Greetings.

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  He was still shaking, fighting for control over his own form - his own emotions when Chara’s question reached him. A moment of anger surged up in the scientist, broken fragments of fingers and palms circling the ghost’s form like a threat - but the euphoria of being remembered outweighed it quickly again, bone pieces crumbling to dust.

❝ Me?❞

  More hissing static as he laughed more, less amused and more scornful now. New hands forming, his melting frame bent over the child, drops of his tar-like form now dripping onto their body. His appendages were still fragile, the creature having a hard time to remain concentrated, but they would do for now. Grabbing onto their arms and legs once more, he heaved Chara into the air, closer to his face

     ❝I did n-☠othi-i-✋ng. Do you believe I WANTED this form?!❞

  He needed to calm down. He couldn’t disappear again - not now where he finally had someone who remembered him. And them, of all people! No… he needed to compose himself. Getting too excited wouldn’t do him any good.

    ❝I fell into the CORE. My own creation. They LET me fall. But, lo and behold, it seems hope is all but lost after all!❞

  Voice still crackling, accompanied by an uncomfortable highpitched static screech, Gaster hat at the very least gotten to the point where he was no longer losing his ability of speech. Temporarily having stopped to melt and shift, his face slowly began to reform as he once more grasped Chara’s face between his hands- Tilting their head roughly from side to side, the creature peered into their eyes as if trying to read something.

    ❝Your true use apparently only manifested itself in death. But we were both aware of that for long, no?❞

  Chara’s eyes widened in horror as the tall figure leaned over them. He looked like he was melting. The black liquid spilling out from the cracks in his porcelain mask resembled oil or tar. Did his insides rot? 

  They yelped in disgust when it stained their clothes, and Chara reflexively brushed their hand to swipe the foul substance off, but regretted it immediately. It burned.

  “S-Shit! Back off!“ they hissed while furiously wiping off the acid against the ground. “What’s wrong with you!? Leave me alone!“

  No way, could they actually take damage here? This was crazy, they were already dead! Could they die again? If they perished here, would they be gone forever?

  “-kh!!” Chara bit down a cry as they were lifted up by the demonic entity, again. “C-cut it oUT..! You sick f-freak!! Go to hell!“ 

  They were dead! There shouldn’t be anything he could do to hurt them, yet... Chara was scared. They couldn’t hide their anxiety. No matter how much they tried to cover it up with insults, this current predicament was too much.

   Gaster’s voice rung in their ears like he was shouting, but Chara could barely register their meaning. What was he talking about? The core? That big machine in Hotland? What about it? Did messing with that turn him into a melting acid battery? 

  But Gaster’s next words did reach them, every syllable loud and clear in their mind. 

  Chara lost the remaining colour in their face and stared up at the doctor in shock. Their chest felt empty, yet full of needles. They bit down so hard their teeth could break. Anger was flaring up again, burning through their entire being at full force. 

  Yeah, they definitely preferred this.

  In the next moment, a flash ripped through the air, as well as the doctor’s hand; a sharp glowing blade, drawing a blood red arc in the blackness surrounding them.

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Sans grimaced as Gaster managed to evade his blaster somewhat. While he was still able to hit the melting pile of porcelain, he knew he wasn’t going to do enough damage to put him out of commission. That’s when he noticed something rush by him, and cursed at himself as soon as he realized what had happened. His former colleague was still as diabolical as ever when it came to getting something that he wanted.

“*kid!!!” He quickly turned in Frisk’s direction, decidedly lifting a platform of bones up from underneath them and out of the hands’ reach; summoning a variety of moving platforms for the human to jump over to if need be. He then wasted no time turning Gaster’s soul blue again and bringing him to the ground; pinning him before he could do much else.

“*heh…you’ve lost it, haven’t you, gast? the core must have melted your mind as well.” He dragged the former royal scientist across the barren floor a short way before summoning a plethora of bones from beneath him; impaling his already broken body in hopes to at least keep him still for a while. Fatigue had started to set in with Sans after all of that and he needed some time to catch his breath.

“*i uh, never thought you’d be the one that i’d have a bone to pick with.”

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The child’s heart was racing, legs trembling as their and Chara’s combined panic washed over them at the sight of the hands, legs rooted to the ground as their body froze up in fear. Unable to breathe, to move, to speak, all Frisk managed to do in that moment was to stare as the bone-white fingers spread to wrap around their throat, Chara already in the middle of taking control, when suddenly they shot up into the air, the world shifting around them.

Sans’ bones had formed a platform below their feet, elevating them and getting them out of reach of Gaster’s hands, which now zipped uselessly through the air, crumbling to dust as soon as they were too far from their original body.

Frisk’s whole body was shaking, their breathing still shallow. They had been in many frightening situations, faced many strong foes, yet never had one of them managed to terrify not only them, but also Chara to such a point. Allowing themselves to momentarily crouch down, trying to fight the terror which still seeped through their veins like ice, Frisk exhaled.

“Chara, a-are you okay?”

shatteredscientist

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  He had been so close, already feeling the godforsaken human’s skin below his fingertips, when they were ripped from his reach, lifted up high into the air. Remaining eye widening, Gaster could do nothing but watch as his hands disappeared once they left the radius in which he could still control them. And with his body concentrating on regenerating the parts which had been lost in Sans’ attack, it would take a while before he could muster enough material and energy to form them again.

  And once more gravitation shifted for the creature, Sans’ magic pressing him down upon the ground. He was in the middle of forming adapting to the situation, mind already weaving a new plan to get out of this situation victoriously, when the skeleton’s words cut through his thoughts. The CORE.

  He… he dared to speak to him of the CORE? He dared to mock the agony which he had endured after his fall?!

  The bones which pierced his body were barely registered, the pain little more than a nuisance as his mind was shrouded in immense and all-consuming rage and hatred. It happened almost never that the scientist acted or spoke based upon emotions, much less being controlled by them but, possibly unknowingly, Sans had addressed his only weak point. The CORE had left cracks on his body, clearly visible to everyone, yet his former friend had just stumbled over the cracks, which the machine had left on the creature’s soul.

  Teeth gritting, Gaster barely paid any mind to his mangled body, not caring how his porcelain neck cracked as his head snapped back up, glaring at the skeleton in pure lunacy. The acidic liquids of his body broke free from the wounds which Sans had inflicted, the monster’s body dripping like mud, creating hissing puddles beneath him as they immediately began to eat away the bones and ground. The scientist didn’t even notice.

  ❝ Y⚐︎U SPEA😐︎ TO ME OF THE 👍︎ORE?!❞

  The man’s voice, before calm and collected, was now barely recognizable anymore, heavily distorted as letters turned into incomprehensible sounds, pitch broken and as mangled as his physical form.

  As he spoke, the creature seemed to lose more and more control over his body, features shifting, melting and solidifying at random intervals, flickering like a scene on a broken recorder.

     ❝ WH⚐︎💧︎E FAUL❄︎ W✌︎S ✋︎❄︎, THAT I FE-FE-FE-F☜︎LL?❞

  That had been way too close. Of course Frisk had completely seized up, The squeeze hadn’t been enough to make them snap out of it. And Chara really couldn’t blame them this time. They felt cold down to their core.

  Fear went back and forth between them, only amplifying it more and more. Like two echo flowers whispering phrases to each other over and over until it turned to incomprehensible noise. 

  Damn it. They needed to calm down, or Frisk wouldn’t be able to function.

  Chara softened their grip on Frisk’s shoulders and lowered their head to their companion’s ear and whispered softly.  “Frisk… breathe. Slowly. In… …and out. Okay? It’s okay. I am here... Sans is here. Calm down.”

  They cast a glance downward at the commotion and grimaced. Yuck, that thing was getting freakier by the second. Even Flowey would be amazed. They couldn’t help feeling satisfaction at imagining Undyne flatten the ink sack with a giant boulder.

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shatteredscientist

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  At last they ceased to struggle, instead hanging limply in his grasp as the scientist observed their every move, every last twitch of their face. They remembered. They remembered. He could finally see the recognition in their face as the ghost stared at him, wide-eyed and dazed.

  Once more excitement washed over him, form liquefying and allowing the ghost to drop to the ground as his hands first turned incorporeal before disappearing completely, the creature unable to maintain his concentration on them. So it could be done - the memory of him could be restored. Was it because Chara had died before his fall? Or because they were human? Their souls had always been such a source of marvel to him. Was determination the key to his return?

   Static filled the dark void around them as Gaster gave a hissing laugh, his form solidifying and melting in a grotesque cycle as he fought to regain control again. He couldn’t afford to loose concentration now. A harsh contrast to his days before the fall - to the him that Chara remembered. Once elegant and arrogantly pristine, he now was barely even recognizable, his porcelain face broken and deformed, white lab coat replaced with the tar-like, oozing black gunk making up his body. And the face, which usually had been unreadable and void of emotion twisted into a grimace of blatant lunacy.

  When the doctor spoke again, his words were barely intelligible anymore, voice distorted heavily and words replaced with noises no living creature should be able to make.

    ❝ Ye-☜-e-ss💧s💧💧… Wonde-e☼f🕆☹…❞

  The child fell to the floor with a dull thud. They lied motionless for a few seconds, their head hurt and the monster’s broken mess of a voice wasn’t helping. It was like a drill in their ears. 

 Did Frisk already go to bed? The thought of them sharing some kind of fever dream was very appealing rigth now. How else could they make sense of this surreal situation? 

  “What-” Chara reluctantly sat up and stared at the deranged doctor, their expression a mix of dread and disgust. 

“What the hell happened to you?”

   He didn’t look alive, anything with that kind of body couldn’t be alive. But monster souls are destroyed upon death. They don’t turn into ghosts like humans could. He looked more like some kind of disease than a living creature. He was absolutely revolting.

 Why was he here? Why did he, the Royal Scientist, the most loathsome monster in the entire underground, stand in this secret area, looking like a melting slug? Why had Chara forgotten about him? No...

 Why had the world forgotten about him?

  “What did you do, Gaster!?“

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   Again their soul broke, shattering against the onslaught of bones impaling their small form. Frisk didn’t even flinch anymore at this point - what was the point? They had gotten used to the pain long ago already, eyes empty as they just allowed for themselves to be broken over and over again by Sans’ attacks.

   What had they been trying to achieve with all this in the first place…? It had been fear at first. The fear of getting killed again. Then it had been anger. Of being attacked, accused of crimes that they had never committed. And, along with it, there had been this overwhelming sense of power. It had influenced Chara, whose own excitement about the situation echoed back to Frisk and causing the two of them to amplify each other’s emotions immensely.

   But not anymore. If the original aim had been to avoid dying, then what were they doing now…? None of the others had stood a chance against them. None but Sans - and now all Frisk knew was death. For how long had they been fighting him now… hours? Days? They lost tracks in between all those resets, lost in a maelstrom of shattering and reforming over and over again.

   The blaster evaporated their body. The fight started over again, Frisk dodging the first few attacks absentmindedly. No longer really paying attention. Letting Sans throw them about like a rag doll. What was the point…?

   They were tired. So tired… bones, like spears, tore through their body, impaling them on ivory stakes. How many times had this happened now? How many more times would it still happen? They could already feel their soul reaching its limit yet again. Red eyes caught the empty sockets of Sans. His words when he spoke were far away, blackness already taking over their senses. But they understood them.

     Give up, kid.

   They could see the button flashing before them, out in the darkness. The strange interface, glimmering next to the safe point. And they made a decision, reaching out and brushing their fingers against the faintly glowing word before them. They could hear Chara’s voice in their head, trying to stop them. Could feel the confusion and anger from them. But they had already given the command.

     Reset.

   And with that, the world around them fell apart, crumbling into nothingness as their consciousness faded.

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  Chara stared at the young child lying among the golden flowers. For the third time.

  They couldn’t believe this. 

  Why did they RESET? They had been so close. Just a little more, just a few more tries and they would’ve won! Sans had been getting tired, his attacks had gotten erratic, sloppier, they were sure of it. Yet...

  “Are you serious? Did you get cold feet? Now?“ Chara couldn’t understand. They could only feel apathy from their friend. Why? They had been having FUN.

  “What’s the problem? We had trouble with Undyne too, but we beat her, didn’t we? Of course the Last Boss is gonna be harder, that’s to be expected! But he is weak! We’re stronger than him! So much stronger!“

  This felt incredibly anticlimactic. With the rush of adrenaline fading, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the growing sense of unease. Just a minute ago, Chara had felt great. Nothing could stop them. Together, they were invincible. They had been close, so close to grasping ahold of something important. Then all would make sense.

  “Why? What’s up with you? Did you wanna go and get coddled by Toriel again?” Chara laughed coldly. “Or what? Are you gonna try to kill Sans in Snowdin? Don’t think you will stand a chance like you are now! He remembers! He will murder you as soon as you step through that door! Don’t think he’s giving you another chance!“

  Panic started to build as they spoke. That’s right, Sans was going to kill them. He knew everything. 

  What if- What if he was already in the ruins? Maybe he had blasted through that huge door, and was on his way to kill them, right now?

  “We can still go back, you know? I can still bring us back to the corridor, as many times as it takes,” they stepped closer to the flower patch. “Did you get bored? I’ll make sure to finish it this time, I promise. Just-“ Chara whispered as they reached out their hand towards Frisk. “Listen to me.“

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✘ what do you really think of Frisk?

 “The worst Goody two-shoes you could ever hope to find. No matter how hard people push them away, Frisk won’t back down. Even though they are physically weak and their mind is fragile.”

 “They refuse to listen to reason and always try to achieve the impossible without considering the consequences.”

 “Frisk is stubborn, irrational. and a hopeless idealist.”

(3/10)

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✘ Time for the truth then! What are your genuine feels and thoughts about Toriel and Asgore?

 “I ….love them, but I’m also scared of them. Not of their appearances, mind you. Monsters are awesome, especially giant goat monsters with fire powers.  “I’m scared that they are disappointed in me, that they wish they had never met me.” 

 “Because of my actions, Asriel is dead.“

 “They opened their precious home to me, a complete stranger, and I’ve only brought them grief in return. I can’t face them.“

(2/10)

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✘ ❝Do I frighten you?❞

  “You are the most terrifying creature I have ever encountered. Congratulations.”

(1/10)

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  The fake cheerfulness didn’t work quite as well, seeing how Frisk could feel the pang of bitterness coming from the ghost, the child’s own sadness echoing back in response.

  Of course they knew what had happened, back when Chara had still been alive. After all, Flowey… no, Asriel had told them about that. They had seen the tapes in the true lab.

  Reaching out, Frisk gently took the ghost’s hand into theirs and gave it a reassuring squeeze as they smiled at their friend, hopping off the couch.

    ❝There won’t be a reason to save. I promise you, this time nothing bad will happen! I’ll definitely make sure of that.❞

  This was an unexpected response. They had been sure that Frisk would go quiet and feel bad, and then everything would be really awkward and uncomfortable.

  Of course, they hadn’t wanted that result, it was just what they expected. That’s how people responded to poison. 

  Chara looked down at their transparent hand, enveloped in warmth and kindness. It was undeserved. But they didn’t want to pull away.

  “Yeah... Okay.“  

  The child quickly turned their face away to stare at the floor boards. They were so interesting!

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He raised a wall of bones to shield himself from the oncoming hands, simultaneously summoning a blaster to his aid. And another. And another. He was temporarily firing blind in Gasters perceived direction, hoping to hit him. When he finally allowed his shield to drop, he was better able to gauge his former colleague and summoned another blaster yet again.

However, he wasn’t able to keep up with the magic he had already spent with creating the barrier around Frisk and Chara. He knew it was a risk, but he’d have to keep them vulnerable momentarily, and lowered the wall in order to unleash his attack. A necessary move at this point, he figured, and silently apologized to the human as he did so.

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   The relief at hearing Chara’s voice, sounding in their head loud (a little too much for comfort) and clear, only lasted for a moment. Frisk had just been about to open their mouth and ask the spirit for advice to help their skeletal protector, when suddenly the wall fell around them, bones crumbling away as Sans gathered all his concentration.

  And that’s the moment the unsettling creature had apparently waited for, eyes locking onto Chara as though he could sense or even see them. The moment only lasted for a second, Sans’ blaster firing at the half-melted monster, yet it was enough to knock the breath out of Frisk’s lungs, heart skipping several beats.

❝Chara! He-!❞

shatteredscientist

[☣]

  He had waited for Sans to give up his protective little wall, not having expected it to be so soon though. Clearly, luck was in his favour today.

  The bones disappeared, giving view upon the uncomfortable human child. He couldn’t see the spirit, yet he felt them, aware of their existence and location as his eerie gaze locked onto them, molten face distorting into a smirk. Only one moment in which he did not pay attention to Sans. A fact, which his friend clearly made use of.

  He noticed the attack too late as though he could evade it, only able to lean to the side in order to not get hit straight on. Hands, which had broken during his earlier attack, reformed and immediately soared through the air and towards Sans once more - only to shoot right past him, heading straight for the human.

  Then the blaster hit, taking off the entire right side of Gaster’s face, shoulder and part of his torso getting ripped away along, blinding him momentarily. A gargling howl filled the air, followed by laughter which could only be called crazed. The pain was immense, his body having taken obvious damage. By far not enough to render him useless or kill him even, yet enough to remind the scientist painfully of his still mortal state.

  And yet, not even for a second did his hands falter, still aiming for the kid, fingertips only mere inches away from the human’s throat and arms. They were as good as his. He would heal soon enough, intending to keep the mortal host of his little subject a hostage until then. The fight was over… was it?

  As they locked gaze with the abomination, the spirit mouthed a curse and ducked down behind the human. Chara could feel things like cold and pain second hand from Frisk, but this chill they felt was their own. They briefly wondered if Frisk could feel it too.

   “I know,” they hissed. “Just calm down and be ready.” This is just another monster, this is… This is nothing. 

   They could’ve never imagined a day would come when the absence of Sans’ bone walls would make them feel vulnerable.

  Eyes widening as the hands zipped past the skeleton, Chara reflexively dug their nails into Frisk’s shoulders.

  “FRISK, MOVE!”

  If all else fails, maybe they could gain control of Frisk’s hand and use the stick to swat them away or-

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shatteredscientist

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  He knew the moment they faltered. He knew in the way their expression scrunched up in pain, from how their voice broke and their struggling ceased, if only for a short moment. They were remembering. A rush of sheer euphoria shot through the scientist at that realisation, his concentration on maintaining his form momentarily weakening and causing another wave of the tar-like liquid his body consisted of to pour forth from the cracks in his porcelain exoskeleton.

     ❝On the contrary, I believe you do know. Or at the very least you are on the verge of remembering.❞

  Moving his hands away from their face now, the man instead began to push back the child’s left sleeve, revealing more scars on their incorporeal skin. Several of them were self-inflicted, as he well knew, yet there on the upper arm was one he was looking for in particular; long and thin, barely noticeable if one didn’t knew what to look for. Grin widening, Gaster tapped one finger against it, his voice now crackling and breaking even more as his excitement grew.

    ❝Left humerus fractured in two places, both femurs shattered, several spinal fractures, bruises along torso and legs, glenohumeral joint dislocated on the left side, along with hypovolemia and a concussion.❞

  Every injury was emphasized by another tap of long fingers against the ghost’s body where he still remembered them to have been, clear as day.

     ❝I remember well. It was a miracle that you were still alive when his majesty dragged you into my laboratories. Fixing you was a challenge, even for me, but I completed my task meticulously. I opened you up, stopped the internal bleeding, mended broken bones. Not that you would know of my hard work, of course… after all you were unconscious for most of it. But sure enough, after less than half a day, you were completely patched up. All thanks to my… how did you put it? Love and care. I’m heartbroken that you had simply forgotten.❞

  Chara’s breath stuck in their throat. They shock their head in protest, eyes filled with revulsion, appalled as their personal space was further disregarded. 

  (Stop it don’tlook not even Frisk have seen those)

  Every word the creature uttered in his deep, contorted voice hit them hard and kept ringing in their ears like he had shouted them, quickly turning into a jumbled mess. 

  Chara felt dizzy and sick to their stomach. The noise in their head was overwhelming, it felt like it was going to split. Images were flashing before their eyes, the gaps in their memory quickly filling with emotions, sounds, smells... The sensory overload was too much to handle.

  They-

  They remembered.

  That day they had fallen, when the Dreemurr family took them to the laboratory. Chara had seen their faces, wearing expressions they couldn’t place at the time. They had been in a lot of pain, both physically and emotionally. 

  That was when they had met Doctor Gaster.

  In contrast to the Dreemurrs, his hands had been hard and cold. When the queen had asked him if he could relieve them of the pain he had brushed her off. But afterwards he had given them painkillers.

  The look he had given Chara had been hard to place as well. But had they realised what it meant much sooner. 

  Asriel had never understood why Chara hated Gaster. He never saw the looks the Doctor gave them. He never picked up on the subtle words and the odd comments. 

  He never saw what a psychopath he was.

  Chara had stopped struggling completely now, dazed and shaken by the revelation. How could they have forgotten? 

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  Well, this certainly wasn’t going to do. They had always been agitated during his examinations, but rarely to such an extend. Children always tended to make such things so much more complicated… and this one particularly so. With a snap of bone white fingers, more hands formed out of thin air and wrapped themselves around Chara’s wrists and ankles, restraining the wriggling brat with an iron hold.

    ❝I will need you to stop making a fuss now.❞

  Now that he no longer risked having the rabid ghost trying to maul him upon getting closer, the monster leaned in now, face uncomfortably close to theirs. Tilting their head back, not even bothering to pay attention to the scowl they were undoubtedly flashing him, Gaster’s eyes scanned their translucent skin for something else; a simple, small scar, left on their neck just below the left ear. The result of a little slip of hand on his part, during a time he was running some simple tests with them. While he had naturally ensured the wound would heal well, there was just the faintest of scars left behind; proof of his existence.

  And indeed, there it was. So small and nondescript, and yet at the same time something so incredibly huge. The world had tried its best to erase his existence completely, but here was that silver line of marred skin as testimony of its failure.

   ❝Aaah, just what I was looking for. Tell me, your little highness, do you remember where this scar originated from?❞

  SHitshitshitshitshit!!

  Chara couldn’t quite fathom how this would happen to them. Why this would happen to them. They were dead, they shouldn’t be in this situation. They shouldn’t be this helpless. 

  They were used to distressing things, life threatening situations. But all those times they were with Frisk. The two of them could face the danger together. And if they failed, they could just try again. But this was different. 

  Chara was all alone.

  Chara didn’t stop struggling for a second. Their hands and feet wouldn’t budge, but they didn’t care. They refused to give up and allow the creep do whatever he wanted. 

  “Shut up!” they shrieked. ”I don’t know! I--”

  White. Sterile. Neat stacks of papers. Their arm and leg were broken. Possibly a few ribs as well. 

  “..don’t k-know...!!”

  A sharp chemical smell. It made them feel nauseous. Why did they have to bring them here? Chara was in pain. They should’ve just left them were they lied...

  Chara’s head hurt, a lot. They shut their eyes tightly, not wanting to see the face of the nightmarish monster, desperately wanting to escape the horror unveiling in front of them.

  Frisk..! !