Guilt
“Chara Dreemurr”... that’s me... or at least... I WAS.
"Last hope of the Underground..."
I honestly never thought a desperate attempt to end my life would take me to the Underground... I never imagined it.
I just jumped...
I had heard legends that said that “those who climb the mountain never return”... that filled me with DETERMINATION...
I hated humanity with all my SOUL...
They made me suffer constantly...
They just...
Humans...
So selfish...
Souless beings...
Beings that just think... on themselves and no one else...
I never truly considered myself as a human... more than just... MONSTER.
Jumping into the hole...
I thought that it would end my life there...
“Hello! Are you okay...?”
Those words still... live in my head...
ASRIEL...
You were so pure and innoncent...
Why... why did I choose you for this?...
... I regret what I did...
... He was my best friend...
... but nothing can be changed now...
... He did not defend himself ...
...the villagers... attacked him...
... I...
... I just...
... I told him ... not to resist ... to ATTACK ...
... but... well... it ended in tragedy...
ASGORE... thanks to what happened... he... six humans... their SOULS used for the purpose of destroying the barrier...
Six humans... killed in cold blood...
Because of me?... Yes...
And it hurts me to think that things could have turned out wonderfully if my HATE had never been stored in me... I wanted REVENGE...
I was an ungrateful and foolish child... I should have thought of something better than just...
... this...
FRISK...
She killed them all...
...she...it’s no one’s fault here...is it?...
... maybe... I always take the blame...
...after all... who wouldn’t blame ME?
Frisk... the last human... she... well... killed the entire Underground... I HATE...
Idleness...
Presumption...
Audacity...
Accordance...
Inflexible...
Revenge...
Spite...
... where did she get all those VICES from?...
I entered the palace again, some time later... Funny thing was, Frisk didn't wanted to reset... I killed her then... easy, right?
Curiously, a path of blood on the floor was visible, this one leading to the main corridor… blue and white jacket, well folded, but full of blood, was hanging by the window…
A skeleton...
I don’t remember his name... but he told puns...
He had a brother I think...
I didn’t care... I kept walking...
I then entered the Throne Room... flowers decorating the place... the beautiful crimson-red trident stuck into the floor.
ASGORE...
The only father figure I had...
I kept exploring the palace, coming to a room... with nails hammered into the door.
I grabbed the knife... knife that I have kept so much, and use it to open a hole.
I found...
My room from when I was a child...
The place had been uninhabited, dirty...
The piano was still there...
That piano, I used to play it every day, Asgore and Toriel would sit next to me, teaching me.
“... I think I can still play...“, I sat on the chair, casually full of dust, I didn’t give it importance yet, and carefully placed my fingertips on the keys, they were full, but full, of dust.
I started playing then, a melody... the last melody I played before that incident...
Nostalgia invaded me while playing...
ASGORE...
TORIEL...
ASRIEL...
They weren’t with me anymore...
I couldn’t finish the song... I broke down in tears. I couldn’t anymore.
Why... WHY DID I DO THAT?!
Guilt invades me...
I regret what I did...
Sorry...
I’m so sorry...
