5/29/2023 0 Comments Undertale soulless endingThe Judge stands at the end of the corridor, and a corrupted shell of a human awaits his idea of retribution. The God continues on, and Chara watches, a distinct emptiness echoing within their SOUL. It all burns and itches and scrapes and tears. They let the God bring Frisk- who has long since slipped into somber silence- and their body forward. Two children.īoth of them twisted into something unrecognizable, warped into screaming things of hatred and agony. …This is all Chara can be anymore, if the God wishes it. Its mind has been rotted from the inside out,Īnd all they can think about is how easy it was for the God to strike that robotic angel down. They don’t think of it as anything, really. The magic that once powered it is flickering pathetically, and practically anyone who could have known its mechanisms is long gone- either dust or elsewhere. The CORE is nothing but a shell of its former glory. It cannot afford to care anymore, can it…? She is strong and willful, persevering through any challenge like a true heroine should.Īnd the helpless sight of her remnants pushes Chara further into the darkness. She is a brazen warrior clad in knight’s armor, valiantly protecting her people. for they know the woman standing before it is destined to fall. Waterfall’s beautiful caves, once filled with crystalline water, are beginning to dry up.Ī maddening, horrible silence is all that remains, and Chara finds itself wondering if the God feels remorse. Still believing in them, after everything.įrisk silently weeps beneath the confines of their prison, and the part of Chara that is still whole wishes they could do the same. It resolves to watch as an innocent man’s head falls to the ground, his arms still wide open and comforting. Its mind trembles within their ghostly form, grasping at the ends of the rope of morality.Ĭhara’s bitterness overtakes them, in the end, despite how much it pains them. The dust mixes with snow, and Chara is so cold. …Mother falls, her eyes wide with an unhinged acceptance,Īnd Chara worries that this is what it is meant for. They slash and tear and destroy until there is nothing but dust. The motivations of the God and the Child are different, now, and it leaves them lost. Frisk cries- but only in their mind, Chara knows. They scream, as much as its wispy form will allow. The bitter emptiness swells together, and they don’t want it inside of them. It should eat at the humanity residing within Chara- but it doesn’t. She smiles fondly- and the familiarity should ache. It doesn’t know what the God inside of Frisk wants, now-īut perhaps their own thoughts do not matter all that much anymore. Why? Why, why, why?Ĭhara buries their roiling confusion and exhaustion deep, deep down. It would not matter, not in the murky waters of reality……įrisk’s body is contorted with apathy. Not anymore.Ĭhara doesn’t even attempt to cry, no matter how much the burning SOUL inside of it wants to. There are memories, vague and clear, of the sky, of something final and peaceful-īut those have been rotted into something hollow and empty. Why? Why are we doing this again? We were happy, we. Chara fades into a vague sense of consciousness, greeted by a bed of golden flowers.
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