DeathTale: Undertale AU

Frisk stood in silence, the weight of everything they had done—both good and evil—pressing heavily on their soul. Memories flooded their mind, the echoes of every decision, every life taken, and every moment of regret swirling in their thoughts.

A spark of hope flickered within them.

"Wait... I can change this. Even if I reset now, I won't lose my powers. That means... I can save everyone. I can fix this. I can get a happy ending—"

A sudden, chilling laughter interrupted their thoughts.

Frisk froze, their head darting around to find the source of the sound. But there was no one. The laughter grew louder, sinister, echoing in their mind.

And then they realized.

The laughter was coming from within.

A voice, sharp and filled with malice, spoke.

"Since when... were you the one in control?"

Frisk's eyes widened in terror. They stammered, "Ch-Chara…"

The laughter grew louder. Chara's voice, cold and mocking, echoed from the depths of Frisk's soul.

"What do you think, Frisk? That you did all this out of revenge? To save others? No. You did this because I wanted it. Every choice, every death—it was all me."

Frisk collapsed to their knees, trembling.

Chara continued, her tone cruel and condescending.

"Who do you think gave you these powers? Your hate? Your anger? Hah! You're not capable of such hatred. It was me. My hate, my anger—my determination."

Frisk sat motionless, their spirit breaking.

"Pathetic," Chara sneered. "You thought you could rewrite this story for a happy ending? You thought you were the hero? Oh, Frisk… don't expect a happy ending when the main character is filled with determination—but none of it is their own."

Before Frisk could respond, a button appeared in front of them, glowing ominously.

It read:

"Erase the existence of reality. Leave nothing behind."

Frisk tried to fight it, but their body betrayed them. Slowly, their hand began to rise toward the button.

Chara's laughter softened into an eerie calm.

"It was fun, wasn't it?"

she said, her voice filled with dark amusement.

"And to think, you believed this was your story, Mr writer..."

"I wasn't just talking to you, Frisk. I was talking to... you."

Chara's glowing eyes shifted, piercing through the veil and locking directly onto you, 'the reader'

"Yes, you," she said, her smile wicked. "You enjoyed it, didn't you? Watching this little game of death and destruction?

Don't worry, though. It's time for to end this all"

Frisk's hand, trembling but unstoppable, pressed the button.

Reality itself began to shatter. The ground cracked, the sky dissolved, and existence unraveled thread by thread.

The world fell into an infinite void.

Chara sighed contentedly as everything disappeared.

"It's Death End," she whispered, her voice fading into the emptiness.

And then, there was nothing.

The End.