It was an unfamiliar scene for one of Frisk’s dreams. They were in a house they didn’t recognize, and it was dark outside. Weird smells came to them that were also oddly nostalgic. Strange and indistinct voices came from the kitchen and Frisk decided to investigate. Inside were three people. Humans. Though they couldn’t piece together very many details about their faces, there was something very familiar about these three. 

Suddenly one of the figures turned towards the child and their blood ran cold. It was taller than the other two humans, and something about it gave the impression that it was very, very angry. They couldn’t tell who it was, but something about it made a part of them cower in fear. The shape suddenly appeared in front of Frisk, its face having contorted into something almost like it was melting. The terrible deep voice of the thing cut Frisk to the bone.

“I knew you didn’t have the guts to do it. You’re WEAK,” the figure sneered. “Just like always. Too weak to defend yourself, too weak to off yourself. PATHETIC.” It circled around Frisk like a lion around its prey. They looked for a way out but it was too close. Any way they ran, they would be stopped by it. The urge to FIGHT rose within their chest, but Frisk pushed it back down. Seeing this, the figure laughed. The sound echoed menacingly…almost the same way Flowey’s ultimate form had sounded so long ago. The sudden memory helped Frisk steel themself. They’d beaten far worse than this creature.

“I’m not afraid of you.” The words came out of Frisk’s mouth easily, readily. What they didn’t expect was the sudden sickening feeling that they had done exactly the wrong thing. A painful chorus of nos came from the back of Frisk’s mind. They couldn’t help but flinch at the feeling.

The shape’s face seemed to melt further as its rage increased. “You’re kidding, right?” The already intimidating form grew larger, towering over the child. Its presence engulfed the other two humans and the kitchen around it. “NOW’S when you get the guts to stand up for yourself? You think you can take ME?” When Frisk tried to turn away from its intense stare they were greeted with that horrifying face, so close they could almost touch it. They gave a yelp and jumped back, only to find that a hand was gripping their shoulder too tightly for them to move. They were trapped. The figure drew back an arm, ready to strike. “I ought to teach you a lesson, punk.”

There was a scream. Frisk couldn’t tell if it was coming from them or somewhere else. A panicked voice pleaded with the figure, trying to stop the attack before it could connect. That voice came from Frisk.

Wait, no. It couldn’t be Frisk. The voice was a higher pitch than theirs. That was Chara’s voice. It suddenly occurred to Frisk that this had to be Chara’s dream.

With that flash of clarity, Frisk immediately became a bystander to the scene. In front of them was Chara as they’d never seen them before. Afraid. Defenseless. Alone. The person that Frisk had been so scared to even think about most of the time was at the mercy of a bigger monster. 

There was a part of them that was glad that this was happening. Chara had caused so many problems in their life that a little payback was due…right? But watching the other child about to be hit didn’t make Frisk feel any better. In fact, as they delayed and the figure’s fist came towards Chara’s face, Frisk felt worse and worse. 

Chara finally called for help.

And Frisk came.

They knew this was a dream, and so they imagined one of Undyne’s spears in their hands. Frisk faced the attack head on and blocked the creature with all of their might. They then used the pointy end to force the shape to let Chara go. It recoiled in pain, turning its hateful gaze onto Frisk. 

“There’s more where that came from,” Frisk boasted and got ready to defend Chara again. The other child had fallen silent, but Frisk could sense that they were unsure about what was happening. The creature, meanwhile, roared and charged at the two. Since they had anticipated this, once again Undyne’s magic spear proved useful against it. “It’s a dream, Chara,” Frisk called behind them, moving around the other child to block the monster as it kept trying to attack. “It’s not real, and even if it was…” Chara couldn’t tell if they hesitated because they were concentrating on defense or if it really took a lot of effort to offer even slightly comforting words. The negative thoughts flew away the minute they felt a rough squeeze on their hand, however. “You’re not alone anymore.”

The nightmare world fell to pieces and Frisk opened their eyes to their familiar ceiling. For a few moments they could grasp the dream and what they saw in it, but in the course of their usual morning routine most of the details were forgotten. Chara was oddly very quiet for the morning, though.

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So I wasn’t having the best day at work, and one of your blog posts (from, early afternoon today I guess) asked for hand holding pictures for Chara and Frisk and I thought that was adorable. Seeing as I was on mobile AND at work, I couldn’t draw anything but I COULD write. Most of this was actually written at work and then finished at home. With one (as of right now) near heart attack from thinking that I lost all of this re-typing from my little phone screen into the submission box on my computer. Peppered throughout are my own personal headcanons related to the blog too. This probably takes place somewhere near the beginning of Frisk figuring out that there’s more to Chara than just hate and violence? Maybe? I’m really not sure but writing this sure helped me out quite a bit. Hope you enjoy! 

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((oooooooh goodness, this is fantastic, thank you!!))