deercountry | nobody gets to decide who they are in this world [CLOSED.]

Who: Chara & Frisk.
What: After performing one of the Winter's Mourning rituals, Chara and Frisk are both made to view another version of their world...
When: Just a handful of days after Chara's arrival.
Where: Fucked up memshare space.

Content Warnings: Unreality, Deltarune spoilers, body possession.

[And it is. Peering up into the light, Chara makes a note of the sunlight shining in through the window. Where were they last...?

Right, they did the bizarre practice, or rather, they helped Frisk with it and then... the next moment they found themselves here, in this somewhat familiar house, in a bed that almost feels like it's theirs. They blink, realizing with some alarm that Frisk doesn't appear to be here.

Then they feel their foot knock into them and do a double take to realize Frisk is also in this bed that's not quite theirs, and certainly isn't big enough for two people. Chara frowns, staring back at the sunlight, before reaching forward to flick Frisk's forehead.]

Get up. We appear to have temporarily been transported somewhere.

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( The entire situation doesn't sit well with Frisk at all. It feels a little like they've been erased from the world completely - replaced with someone that they've never met before. The words of a monster from one of the many timelines they had gone through.

* Have you ever thought of a world where everything is exactly the same... except you don't exist?

They look to Sans then, and Frisk presses their hands against the window. Chara may very well notice some discomfort on Frisk's end... In the past, a feeling like this would be enough to tempt them to RESET. However, they have a feeling that such powers might be nonexistent while they're here.

They open their mouth to speak, but stop themselves. Chara can't exactly answer them without Toriel hearing them. Instead, they look out the window - looking to what seems to be Undyne in a police uniform.

They tug gently at Chara's sleeve, pointing towards her direction. )

[A small part of Chara almost wants to say something.

Now you know how it feels, don't you?

But they don't. Because it's never been Frisk's fault. They watch Sans pass, and get the distinct feeling that he is watching them from behind his aloof skull. But then Frisk points them towards Undyne and they cock their head in confusion.

A cop... unfortunately makes sense. Frisk is uneasy, though, and despite the petty jealous part of them that might consider it fair, they want to soothe that, so they reach a hand for Frisk to hold, as a reminder that someone does see them.]

( They look back to Chara then, and they smile slightly in return. They know that they're there with them, and that in itself is reassuring. The situation is confusing at best, but it's something that they can try to figure out together.

They eventually reach their destination, and Frisk can't help but eye the emblem on the door. There's so many things that have caught their attention during their short time here. It'd be difficult not to notice, for example, the lack of humans here. )

Well, mother, you have escorted me back to my cell. [They look around, staring into one of the windows.] I will see you this afternoon after my latest escape attempt.

[They tug Frisk's hand along to follow them inside, and Toriel shakes her head affectionately.]

* Of course. Have a nice day, Kris.

[And with that, Toriel lowers herself to give Frisk a big hug, leaving Chara with no choice but to seperate and watch.

It's not an unfamiliar feeling.]

( It feels... awkward, to say the least! While they had known they had help in the Underground, it feels very different having Chara there, simply watching what was happening. Even moreso knowing that Toriel can't hear anything that Frisk says.

(Not that they were very talkative to begin with.)

So, they simply let Toriel hug them, clinging a bit awkwardly to her clothes before she pushes herself away. They watch her walk away before they look to Chara once more, their attention focused back on them.

Nothing about this makes sense. )

... Where are we?

How should I know?

[They frown. It always stings a bit to watch that, even after they've murdered her and destroyed her world. That relationship is permanently severed, as it should be, but... Hmph. Lingering feelings of resentment remain.

Yes, that's what this is. Resentment.]

If I had to guess... have you heard of parallel universes?

( Frisk pauses at the question, looking thoughtful for a moment, cupping their chin. While they haven't heard of such a thing, after everything that had happened in their own world, it'd be rather difficult to not at least be able to guess what Chara meant... )

Uh-uh. ( They shake their head. ) .... Do you mean another universe?

[They hum.

How to answer this. There is, of course, the helpful and normal way to explain things. And then there's the batshit Chara way.]

Kind of. Do you remember when we first began our journey, and Toriel asked you if you'd prefer butterscotch or cinnamon?

Yeah.

( It'd be difficult not to remember question given to them during their journey in the underground, if only because of Chara's influence. But, that was one of the few questions that was only their own to answer. )

... But, answering that differently wouldn't have changed anything.

[Me, sighing as they prepare to go on a longwinded monologue about this when it could be explained so much easier.]

Exactly. Nothing except her response, just the slightest bit. String theory would suggest that at any point there's even the slightest chance for divergence, another world exists where it does.

If you made that choice, Toriel would have struggled with a slightly different choice, would have asked you a slightly different question, would have bought the ingredients in a slightly different order. We've seen that world, and nothing drastic happens to differentiate it from any other timeline, but in the background your choice has altered events beyond your understanding.

Now, imagine if in addition to that, you kept on making alternate choices. You stayed with Toriel months, or even forever, you were dismissive and rude to Papyrus, you chose to abandon Monster Kid, you killed any number of people who you would have spared. The world is altered more dramatically.

But those are just your choices, across a fairly limited and linear amount of time. [Because it's a video game. Of course it'll be limited.] The choices that I made, however, could create an entire different world for you to have fallen into. If my plan succeeded, if I'd never died, if I'd struck Asriel in fear when he found me... [That was what happened the first time.] And again. That's just me. There's any number of ways things could have changed.

I don't know what this world is or what the diverging point is, but if I had to guess, it's something of that nature.

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( It's a lot to take in, to say the least. They can't help but wonder when this world changed -- at what point this became a different universe. They can't help but wonder what Chara and their own place in this world is. But, they also can't help but think of the monsters in this world. Were they happier here, in a place where it seems as though they may not have lived in the underground?

Asriel is alive. There was never any Flowey here. More than that, it seems like they were able to potentially grow up with another sibling. And then there's Toriel, who was able to perhaps become a teacher much sooner than she had at home.

... )

It's almost like the monsters were never trapped underground here.

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