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When you woke up, the room was too dark to make out anything. You're mind felt hallow and thud lightly like a healing bruise. You threw your legs over whatever it was you were laying on and stood. Using your hands to keep from running into anything, you carefully felt around the room until ran into a door. You could tell by the hallow noise it made when you ran into it.

Your hands searched the wall next to the door, finding a light switch. The lights flickered on and you shielded your eyes. Adjusting quickly, you surveyed the room.

It was relatively small with little in it. A plain twin sized bed was tucked into the corner of the room. A desk sat one the wall opposite wall parallel to the door. A waste basket was under the desk and a simple computer was all that say on the smooth wood of the desk. Folding doors hid away what was most likely a closet and your black bag hung on the door handle.

You checked your pockets and pulled out your phone. Only an hour had passed since you last checked the time. What exactly led up to you passing out slip your memory.

You turned your gaze back the door and giggled the knob. It was locked and you huffed. Looking around the room again, you spotted a new feature. Now that you faced the door, you noticed the guitar hanging next to the light switch.

You took the guitar and felt nostalgic. The last time you'd played a guitar was before you came to the Underground. It was a plain acoustic guitar with pale wood but that was what you liked. Placing the strap over your shoulder, you strummed the guitar. It was officially out of tune. It was abused by time as badly as the sentry station in the waterfalls.

You tune it acutely and strummed again, the sound now heavenly. The guitar held tuning well and had good quality craftsmanship. The fact it was so untuned amazed you.

You plucked a tune and a grin stretched over your face. The tune was familiar. Something Frisk had taught you back home, about a person that made a mistake and did everything to fix it. With Frisk's smiling face filling your mind, you stared the song, your voice ringing in the air like heaven's bell.

"I didn't know what.... I got into."
"Somehow I can't go back even if I really wanted to...
So what more can I do?"
"Here in the end it's just me and you."

"I never wanted to play by all the rules."
"A knife in hand I am playing out the part of the fool."
"So here we go you can judge me throughly."
"It's too late for apologizes."

"Go ahead and just hit me since you're able."
"We know my determination is unstable."
"I'm not even mad because I keep on dying."
"But I don't even know why I trying."
"This is what I want yet it's what I asked for!"
"Curiosity over all my morals."
"I took away our perfect happy ending."
"Resetting the world despite the warnings."
"Right now I'm made-"
"Of 🎶"
"Love 🎶"
"Love 🎶"

I paused, strumming a few measures of rest on the guitar.

"I know who you are."
"You remember who I am."
"We know that once in a timeline we had grown to be good friends."
"But yet I killed your brother-"
"Without giving him a chance."
"And every time you through me down I hope you kill me once again."

"So go ahead and hit me since you're able."
"All the sin I can feel is unbearable."
"If I could only hit you once it would be over."
"But the consequences last forever."

"The flowers are in bloom as the birds will tell-"
"It's a beautiful day to be burning in hell."
"You gave me advice."
"I chose genocide."
"But I know how to make it right..."
"I am made..."
"Of 🎶"
"Love 🎶"
"Love 🎶"
"But I'll give up for you."
"Love 🎶"
"Love 🎶"
"Love 🎶"
"But I'll give up for you."
"Love 🎶"
"Love 🎶"
"Love 🎶"
"But I'll give up for you."
"Love 🎶"
"Love 🎶"
"Love..."

You could here the piano in your head as you mimicked it with the guitar. Singing the song made you understand more why Frisk sang it. The song was literally a play through of Frisk's life. An uneasy laugh escaped your lips. It might become a play through of your life too.

A slow clap jumped you back to life. You whipped around to see G!Sans, Frisk and G!Paps in the doorway. You squeaked and jumped back a few feet, tripping over your feeling and crashing to the ground. G!Sans chuckled and life's you back to your feet via magic.

"W-What're you guys doing here?!" You stuttered with a face redder than strawberries.

"We live here songbird." G!Sans teased.

You looked around the room again and your faced flushed. "This is your room isn't it?"

G!Sans nodded and you released an embarrassed groan. Hiding your face, you didn't see as Frisk rushed over to your side.

"(Y/N)! I didn't know you could sing!" He mused.

"I can't." You said coldly, remembering  why you didn't sing anymore.

"We just heard you! You sing really well. And that song was really pretty."

"Frisk is right (Y/N)! You could be an singer just as well as you are a scientist."

You stood up abruptly and threw the guitar on the bed, not hard enough to damage it though.

"Well I'm not a singer and I will never be one."

You turned towards the window next to the bed and threw it open. To them it looked like a suicide attempt but you knew well were you'd fall and that'd you be fine. You landed in a snowdrift and rolled out easily. You had to use the escape several times in the past, so you knew where you were going well. In your peripheral vision you saw Frisk and G!Paps looking for you under the window.

Before they could pinpoint you location, you darted around the building and headed straight toward the woods. Walking quickly, as soon as you were far enough that they wouldn't hear frigid branches snapping, you soon broke into a sprint.

You dodged the trees swiftly as you ran, knowing exactly where you were heading. You broke into a clearing and smiled happily. You made a beeline for a certain tree. Like your first angry spot, this one was a more secluded spot you liked to cool off. Without even preparing yourself you drove your fist into the frozen timber. It broke the tree a good half an inch in but blood erupted from your knuckles.

You passed and tore part of your coat and wrapped it around your knuckles. It soaked through with blood quickly but you ignored that fact. Punch after punch, the tree broke more and more against your rain of attacks. Unpleasant memories poisoned your blood and drove you even farther.

Images of a stage, beatings, yelling, crying, raising my own siblings away from him. His name was even venom on your tongue. You'd always preferred to call him bastard. You're not sure you even knew his name beyond bastard or boss.

He was a fat, money-loving fucker that used your younger siblings over you as leverage. You performed for men twice your age because he wanted a little more money and young girls attracted enough pedophiles to get that money. If you hadn't caused your parents' death maybe you wouldn't have had to work for him. Maybe you could have lived happily with your family instead of running away with two siblings so you wouldn't be separated.

The stage. The crowds. That rotten excuse for a person. Your sick and cold siblings. All of those images flashed over your eyes, whether open or closed.

"Fuck you! You did this you rotten bastard! I lost them because of you! It's all your fault!" You screamed.

You didn't believe the words though. If you hadn't ran out with your 'friends' that night your parents wouldn't have come after you. They wouldn't have been killed in a mugging. Sadly this wasn't like a comic book were their deaths led me to become a super hero. Their deaths led me instead to caring for two sick and scared children with only a twisted man to keep them alive. It was your mistake that caused this. That's what you believed.

Pounding the tree with both fist, red started painting the broken wood. Sometimes you couldn't tell if the crunching was the tree or your hands.

Why don't we get out of here and find him (Y/N)? Let me take us to him. Let's get our revenge. Let me take these pitiful creatures to justice.

You wanted to make it all stop in that instance. "Shut up Chara! I-I can't kill anyone..."

You stopped punching the tree and turned, sinking against the tree. You were aware of the child standing a few feet away from you but you ignored them. "Go away Chara..." You muttered quietly.

(Y/N) stop being stupid! You know as well as I do how rotten these peasants are.

"You're calling me stupid. How funny." You laughed quietly. "What I know is that there are rotten people in this world. Chara, is Frisk rotten? What about my brother and sister? Are they rotten two? And Asriel? Toriel?"

You could sense his tension. You knew she'd seen your memories of your siblings. She felt the same love you held for them. And her family that she loved so dearly. You knew about them well.

"What about them Chara? What makes you the judge of what is good and evil?"

Shut up! ALL OF THEM ARE TAINTED! I know what it is to be corrupted! They all need to die!

"No they don't Chara! I-I won't let you kill them. As long as I live."

Chara growl turned into an evil smirk.
Then I guess I'll have to kill you and find another vessel.

You laughed. "And how are you going to do that? I know I'm the best vessel you can get."

I'm already in (Y/N). I can control. Did you know that most people in a situation would kill themselves?

You laughed. "I guess I'm not one of them."

Look at your arm (Y/N).

You looked at your arm and gasped. You watched as you own hand ran a blade you didn't know you had against your arm. They cuts were shallow but they stung like hell's fangs. You dropped the knife and held your wrist. Chara growled.

I didn't get deep enough, but that's okay. I guess it just means I actually do need you. I'll take your body (Y/N). Bet on it.

"Can it brat. I'm already tired of you."

She cackled. Here's something to remember me by.

Chara flicked a wrist and the snowy forest around my melted away in an all too familiar setting.

"Chara you bastard! Stop it!" You screamed, but it was too late.

You watched through another person's eyes as a young girl walked on to stage. She had long unkempt (H/C) hair and dull, emotionless (E/C) eyes. Her skin seemed grey and sickly and she seemed to be mostly skin and bones. Her outfit was flashy and exposed as much skin as possible. My throat closed as I watched.

She sat on a stool and swung a guitar over her shoulder. Curtains drew back, revealing the girl to the crowd. Men whistled and threw money at the stage. The girl, you, winced away and spoke into and spoke dully. You announced a song you didn't care for and started strumming. More yelling and projectiles interrupted as the song went on. She ended the song and walked off stage slowly.

"Why ya leaving so soon sweetie?"

"Come on dove, why don't you give daddy a good time?"

"Hey love, sing another song for us won't ya?"

"How much sweetheart?"

The girl didn't respond but you were on the verge of tears. You could feel how empty she felt in a memory. The curtains closed and boss came out of the side stage. His hand raised high and came down swiftly. You felt it when his hand made contact. Wincing away from it, you watched the girl crumble.

"You brat! What was that shit?! You call that performing!"

"I'm sorry boss! I'm sick, if I sang any louder it would have driven people out!"

"I don't care! I pay you too sing and draw people in. If your singing quieter than a baby sleeps than you won't get paid. Now wouldn't that be bad for brother and sister dear?"

The girl nodded mutely but never made contact. "You're waiting table for an additional two hours tonight if you want all of your pay." He said gruffly.

"But boss! What about stage tips? I need to get back to-"

"My niece is looking at a new bike, whatever's thrown up here goes to her. Your brother and sister can cook for themselves."

"But boss!"

Another slap knocked the girl down. Silent tears streaked her face. This was the very reason you never made a sound when you cried. Because if he heard you crying, he only hurt worse.

The memory faded away and left you in silent tears. You stood numbly and walked slowly, holding your injured arm. It bled heavily but not enough to hurt you too bad. You wavered as you walked, your pain more mental than physical.

You suddenly felt worried for siblings. The last time you'd seen them was when you dropped them off at a foster home and left them, forever. Two words rang in the air as you walked.
"I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry..."

You saw the house but your eyes drooped dramatically. One of your legs was already failing to carry you and your thoughts began to blur together.

"I'm sorry..." You breathed the words like a last breath of air.

As you lost consciousness, barking filled your ears on your left side. A warm tongue ran against your cheek and you grinned, patting the dog gently. Crunching snow led to you loosing your gravity.

Goodnight (Y/N)...