A/N: I wasn't going to post today because I had to write an essay, and like the procrastinator I am, I waited till last minute to do it. I wasss going to sleep because like usual I'm tired and I want to sleep.... Like a normal human... But noooo someone decides to bug me at 12 saying "YOU NEED TO POST!" So like the nice person I am, I said "NO IM TIRED!" And then proceeded to post it anyway. So... This person knows who they are. I've got one thing to say to you.... If I give you a bad time tomorrow when the birds are singing their delightful songs, it's because you took away my sleeping time. Thank you... Anyway, hope you enjoy!
~writer-chan
"Wait. You... How can YOU do that?" Chara questioned in a confused tone. Flowey tilted his head a bit, also confused, but for a different reason. Chara told him what you said and his little eyes widened. "Flowey I'll just tell you what she says... Anyway... Explain slave!"
"Well, heh. Anyone notice how Frisk wasn't in this timeline?" You stared down at your feet in a shy way, not realizing they can't see you. Both were quiet for a moment, as if trying to figure out where you were going with this. "Well, I um. She told me that she felt guilty for every timeline she had been in. She either killed her friends, or given them their 'perfect happy ending,' just to reset it and put them through it all over again. So, she gave me her soul, and I've kept it safe with mine. I never told anyone... I just didn't want anyone to be worried for Frisk..." You twiddled your thumbs and went on. "Chara, with Frisk's DETERMINATION... We could get you a body and as for Flowey, we could give him a part of my soul. I'll be alright." You sighed. 'It has to work.'
Chara set Flowey's pot on your nightstand and stood up. "Okay, fine. That sounds like it could work. What do we need to do first?" Chara asked you.
"Well," you sighed,"you have to let me in control."
"No way!" Chara exclaimed. "There is no way in hell I would let you in charge! You'd probably kill us or something!"
"Look Chara. You have to trust me. Frisk's last wish was for me to save Asriel, and if saving you both is the way it's gonna work, then let me do it. Let me help you!" You began to scream towards the end and you felt tears run down your face.
Chara sighed and gave in. Everything for a moment was white, but once it faded you realized you were in your room. Not wanting to mess anything up, you grabbed flowey and walked outside, covering your eyes when you walked through the dust, that was formally Toriel and Asgore.
You placed Flowey down and pulled two souls out of you. The one that was a combination of you and Chara and a bright red soul that was Frisk. "Chara, I need you to separate your soul from mine." You said hoping she would hear. You didn't fully understand this whole possession thing yet. Chara sighed and you watched as her rotten soul came apart from your soul.
Chara was now just a spirit floating above Flowey, and she watched her soul carefully. You grabbed both Chara and Frisk's souls and watched and they began to fuse together, like how your soul and Chara's, fused before. Only this time, the outcome was different. Frisk's strong determination changed Chara's soul, and it was now a pure glowing red. You fell to your knees and began to breath heavily. You felt a hand touch your shoulder and help you stand. When you looked at who it was, you saw a small, pale child, with Rosy cheeks and calm red eyes. It was Chara, but she seemed more calm.
"Now... You can save Asriel... Right?" Chara spoke softly. She seemed scared. She needed Asriel, she couldn't live alone. You nodded and walked with your soul over to Flowey. Your soul began to glow bright and you felt a strong feeling inside you. Was it hope? Was it perseverance? No... It was DETERMINATION!
You slightly touched one of Floweys petals and pulled a peice of your soul. It hurt more than putting a toothpick under your toe nail, and kicking the wall, but you held on. You needed to SAVE Flowey! Flowey began to glow and so did the tiny fraction of your soul. "ASRIEL!" You called for him, he was a lost soul who needed guidance, and you were going to be his savior.
The light faded and you stared down at a stiff cold...
Flowey?