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Chara woke up in the darkness. But then she felt the bed, and then she could see, but it wasn’t consistent, everything was just flashing in her eyes, places she hadn’t seen before, hearing so much noise…it wouldn’t stop…it wouldn’t stop…!

Sans: Chara!

She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, a quick inhale as she almost zoomed back into her body

Chara: W-What?

Sans: You’ll get used to that. Just focus on your state of self. Don’t let your mind wander.

Chara held her head as she gout out of the bed.

Chara: Why…are you here? Where did Frisk go?

As she approached Sans he gave her a small grin as he pointed down, Chara looked as she saw that she’d been hovering in the air.

Chara: Ah…! S-Sans! You damned skeleton! What the hell did you do to me?!?

Chara reached over & grabbed Sans by his shirt as she shouted at him, but still couldn’t control herself, almost like an astronaut in space, so it was more likely that she was trying to not lose even more control.

Sans: I didn’t. You’d have Frisk to thank for that.

Chara: Frisk?! What the hell did she do to me?!

As Chara got angry, she remembered, the last thing she remembered was being beaten by SuperFrisk, she’d tried to spring a trap but it wasn’t enough. Frisk had beaten her to what she originally assumed was unconsciousness.

Chara: I-I was fighting Frisk…I lost…She beat me…

Sans: (chuckles) oh a lot worse than that kid. Frisk…well she didn’t just beat you…She killed you.

Chara’s head hurt, she flashed back, small flashes of bloody fists and blunt force trauma.

Chara: b-but that’s…

Sans: You were in a coma, then…she gave you some of…well actually a LOT of her blood. It saved you.

Chara felt like she was falling as she looked at her hands, Frisk had saved her? Why? After their battle…Frisk should have killed her…left her for dead.

Sans: She died that day Chara. The Bat…and-

Sans looked down, a cold empty feeling in his eyes…

Sans: SuperFrisk…died that day.

Now Chara was in a freefall. She walked to Sans, now standing on the floor.

Chara: S-She died? Frisk..?

Sans nodded, He looked empty.

Sans: She was…spent. She’d spent herself in the blood transfusion. She almost defeated the army but…even she can get caught.

As Chara begins to understand what has happened, she looks at Sans.

Chara: So her blood…

Sans: It did this, yes. When you shared a body….all that time together…It molded the two of you to be very genetically similar. So when Frisk introduced her Kryptonian blood to your biology…

Chara: It changed me…b-but why? Why did she save me?

Sans: Because regardless of what you think. She would never turn to evil. She just wants to help people. Even me…even when they don’t deserve it. She didn’t want you to die. This was all she could do to save you. It’s how you’ve healed. 

Chara just started trembling, Frisk had done this for her? It made no sense…all she could do was try and not cry.

Chara: F-Frisk…I’m sorry…

As she fought to control her emotions…Her breath grew colder, her eyes began to glow red and get hot.

Sans: Chara…calm down…you can’t let your emotions get the best of you…

Chara: S-Sans!

As she turned to him, Her heat vision went off as Sans. had to dodge down to avoid the rays that would have incinerated him.

Chara: S-Sans! I-I’m sorry!

As Sans was gasping for air, his soul pulsing out of his chest, Chara realized and covered her face as she crouched and launched herself into the sky.

At first she held it in for as long as she could, but after a few moments, she let it out. Chara cried, screamed, let everything, all her anger, her hate, her shame, all of it out at once, all into the vastness of space, to the unending silence that would never reveal her secrets. Her truth.

When he released it, All that was left was her exhaustion, As she began to black out, her body began falling. Burning up in the atmosphere as she hurtled down to the Earth.

Chara didn’t know how much time had passed when she regained consciousness. As she pushed herself up, she realized she’d been buried in the snow, just endless white wherever the eye went. As she stood, she looked around for any signs of shelter, on accident she used her new vision to see something that looked like a cave, as she tried to walk she accidentally launched herself miles as she crash landed in the cave. She screamed in anger as she punched her legs and then slammed a rock, shattering it.

Chara: G-Goddamn it! Please! J-just don���t…

She broke down as reality finally settled, it was over…The bat, her old life? She couldn’t just go back to fighting like she used to. Now only did she already “die” as the bat. They’d all accepted that, and with her new powers, you could forget hospitals if she got into a fight, her anger would flat out kill them! All her life, her fury, her rage, her fierce determination had pushed her forward, but now she’d have to rebuild herself. The old Chara Dreemurr would have to go, but there’s only one way to do that, but not yet. The true first step is to learn.

Chara then started from the beginning. Rebuilding her fighting style and training. All she obsessed over was control. She wanted full mastery of her powers, to never have the scare of accidentally killing someone. The same with her fighting style, she used to focus on agility and speed with devastating power to finish it. Now? She had powers, she’d have to learn how to soften her blows, if they remained as powerful she’d kill someone. Now rather than completely changing her fighting style, she chose to focus on her range, holding back as much as she possibly could. Her attacks would be precise. Like a bow, not the hardest punch but with the most accurate hits on where it hurts. To finish a fight quickly or at least be in control of any fight she’s involved in. The training was brutal. Months under these conditions disconnected from the world.

When it was finally nearing its end. Chara had completed her transformation, leaner and faster than ever before, She was much less muscular than before but she was just as conditioned as ever. She’d spent a lot of time trying to let go. Accept her past and move to the future. She smiled more, and learned to crack some jokes. It was exhausting, but she worked hard on herself.

In her isolation the only contract she kept was with Sans. She’d asked him to create something for her, he’d told her where to find it but he’d gone missing ever since, at least, she hadn’t heard from him. It didn’t matter at the moment however, As she took off the device it was exactly where he’d told her it would be. Modified from an earlier experiment, Sans had built Chara a mind wipe. There was one thing left for her to do in order to leave the bat behind her.

As she flew to her old home she entered through one of the hidden bat passageways.

Alfred was on his big chair in his private study reading and drinking tea as Chara tried to quietly approach him and use the device quickly.

Alfred: Master Chara. Would you prefer I serve you tea or hot chocolate instead?

Chara: (sighs) Hello Alfred…you always did seem to know when I was around….Hot Chocolate.

As Chara just hovered into the light and in his view, Alfred only seemed surprised for a moment as she took a seat in the air, before he went to the kitchen and returned with two cups of hot chocolate.

Alfred: Your hot chocolate Miss Chara.

Chara: Thank you…You know Alfred, that might be the first time i’ve ever seen you show surprise!

Alfred: Oh perish with the nonsense Master Chara, I’ve learned to expect anything when it comes to you!

The two smiled and laughed, the silent exchange clear in the background.

Alfred: Can I assume something wonderful has happened to you Chara?

She nodded.

Chara: Well…yeah something happened…

Alfred: I’m relieved Master Chara. Relieved that you’ve found something to guide you forward…I’m happy.

Chara: Y-You are?

Alfred: Of Course I am Master, how could I not be?

Chara: I-I’m sorry. Sorry I didn’t follow what you wanted. I wasn’t the girl you raised me to be.

Alfred smiled gently as he leaned back.

Alfred: You chose to lose yourself to heroics. Try to make a change in the world in a way only you can. How could that ever bother me? You’ve grown to be someone incredible whether i’m there or not.

Chara froze as she looked at him.

Alfred: I know to keep going you can’t have people remember. You don’t look so angry anymore.

Alfred called her closer. Putting a hand on her cheek as he smiled.

Alfred: You were so young…There was so much anger…The Bat may have controlled that rage…but this…

Alfred gently laid a fist on the center of her chest, like a hand on her soul.

Alfred: This is your chance…to let go of it. Truly be free…

Chara began to cry. She held onto Alfred with all the love she could ever show.

Chara: You are a father to me…thank you…

Alfred smiled as he put down his cup.

Alfred: Master Dreemurr…I think I'm quite ready now. Do what must be done.

Chara wiped her tears as she focused on the task at hand, grabbing the device as she aimed it at him.

Chara: I…Thank you…Dad.

Before another word was said, she pressed the button as the room was engulfed in a brilliant white glow. The last remnants of Alfred’s smile fading into the white as Chara closed her eyes…

I love you….

Chara didn’t let a lot of people in as part of her rules. Ones she’d kept to protect everyone around her. She had to make sure, however, some of the people who’d helped her and knew her identity over the years, that she’d wipe their memories of her as well. Going to every important area to change documents and only subtly change it all to ensure no chance that the old Chara could be discovered. Now there was only one thing left for her to do, a small change to her identity to help make sure it isn’t found. Chara accepted a last name she’d avoided. After all, It was offered to her by Frisk & Toriel, but she’d avoided it for a long time just going by Chara, but now? It didn’t bother her so much. All that mattered was converting the assets she had and clearing everything, burying the entrances to the Cave with all of the Bat’s equipment,  erasing all proof of its existence. 

Moving into her new home back in the city Frisk had lived in for years, Chara Dreemurr bought apartment complexes in order to rent them out and be able to live mostly out of the public eye and maintain a constant cash flow for her new more laid low lifestyle. The first of these was to buy a new apartment for herself to live in.

Realtor: This is the place ma’am! We’ve cleared it out for you so you can put your things inside, will you be alright with that or is further assistance required?

Chara: heh…As I’ll ever be…Thanks

As the Realtor left, Chara used her Super Speed to move everything inside, unpacking nothing except a bed, as she laid her head and looked at her ceiling, an empty feeling settled inside of her as she began to truly accept the fact that now? She was all alone…all alone. As she looked into the darkness in no particular direction.

Welcome Home Dreemurr…Welcome Home.

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Chara despertó en la oscuridad. Pero luego sintió la cama, y entonces pudo ver, pero no era constante, todo simplemente destellaba en sus ojos, lugares que no había visto antes, escuchando tanto ruido... no paraba... ¡no paraba...!

Sans: ¡Chara!

Ella cerró los ojos mientras tomaba una profunda respiración, una rápida inhalación mientras casi regresaba a su cuerpo.

Chara: ¿Q-Qué?

Sans: Te acostumbrarás a eso. Solo concéntrate en tu estado de ser. No dejes que tu mente divague.

Chara se sostuvo la cabeza mientras se levantaba de la cama.

Chara: ¿Por qué... estás aquí? ¿Dónde fue Frisk?

Mientras se acercaba a Sans, él le dio una pequeña sonrisa y señaló hacia abajo. Chara miró y vio que estaba flotando en el aire.

Chara: ¡Ah...! ¡S-Sans! ¡Maldito esqueleto! ¿Qué demonios me hiciste?

Chara se acercó y agarró a Sans por la camisa mientras le gritaba, pero aún no podía controlarse, casi como un astronauta en el espacio, así que era más probable que estuviera tratando de no perder aún más el control.

Sans: No fui yo. Tendrías que agradecérselo a Frisk.

Chara: ¿¡Frisk!? ¿Qué demonios me hizo?

Mientras Chara se enojaba, recordó, lo último que recordaba era haber sido derrotada por SuperFrisk, había intentado tender una trampa pero no fue suficiente. Frisk la había vencido hasta lo que originalmente asumió era inconsciencia.

Chara: Y-Yo estaba peleando con Frisk... Perdí... Ella me venció...

Sans: (ríe) Oh, mucho peor que eso, pequeña. Frisk... bueno, no solo te venció... Te mató.

La cabeza de Chara dolía, flashes de puños ensangrentados y traumatismos por fuerza contundente.

Chara: P-Pero eso es...

Sans: Estuviste en coma, luego... ella te dio algo de... bueno, en realidad MUCHA de su sangre. Te salvó.

Chara sintió que caía mientras miraba sus manos, ¿Frisk la había salvado? ¿Por qué? Después de su batalla... Frisk debería haberla matado... dejarla por muerta.

Sans: Ella murió ese día, Chara. El Murciélago... y-

Sans miró hacia abajo, con una sensación fría y vacía en sus ojos...

Sans: SuperFrisk... murió ese día.

Ahora Chara estaba en caída libre. Caminó hacia Sans, ahora de pie en el suelo.

Chara: ¿E-Ella murió? ¿Frisk...?

Sans asintió, parecía vacío.

Sans: Estaba... agotada. Se había gastado en la transfusión de sangre. Casi derrotó al ejército pero... incluso ella puede ser atrapada.

Mientras Chara comenzaba a entender lo que había pasado, miró a Sans.

Chara: Entonces su sangre...

Sans: Sí, hizo esto. Cuando compartieron un cuerpo... todo ese tiempo juntas... las moldeó para ser genéticamente muy similares. Así que cuando Frisk introdujo su sangre kryptoniana en tu biología...

Chara: Me cambió... p-pero ¿por qué? ¿Por qué me salvó?

Sans: Porque sin importar lo que pienses, ella nunca se volvería malvada. Solo quiere ayudar a las personas. Incluso a mí... incluso cuando no lo merecen. No quería que murieras. Esto fue todo lo que pudo hacer para salvarte. Así es como te has curado.

Chara comenzó a temblar, ¿Frisk había hecho esto por ella? No tenía sentido... todo lo que podía hacer era intentar no llorar.

Chara: F-Frisk... lo siento...

Mientras luchaba por controlar sus emociones... Su aliento se volvió más frío, sus ojos comenzaron a brillar en rojo y a calentarse.

Sans: Chara... cálmate... no puedes dejar que tus emociones te dominen...

Chara: ¡S-Sans!

Mientras se giraba hacia él, su visión de calor se activó y Sans tuvo que agacharse para evitar los rayos que lo habrían incinerado.

Chara: ¡S-Sans! ¡L-Lo siento!

Mientras Sans jadeaba por aire, su alma palpitando fuera de su pecho, Chara se dio cuenta y se cubrió el rostro mientras se agachaba y se lanzaba al cielo.

Al principio lo contuvo todo lo que pudo, pero después de unos momentos, lo dejó salir. Chara lloró, gritó, dejó salir todo, toda su ira, su odio, su vergüenza, todo de una vez, hacia la inmensidad del espacio, al silencio interminable que nunca revelaría sus secretos. Su verdad.

Cuando lo liberó, todo lo que quedó fue su agotamiento. Mientras comenzaba a desmayarse, su cuerpo comenzó a caer. Quemándose en la atmósfera mientras se precipitaba hacia la Tierra.

Chara no sabía cuánto tiempo había pasado cuando recuperó la consciencia. Al levantarse, se dio cuenta de que estaba enterrada en la nieve, solo blanco infinito donde quiera que mirara. Mientras se ponía de pie, buscó cualquier señal de refugio; por accidente usó su nueva visión para ver algo que parecía una cueva, y al intentar caminar, se lanzó accidentalmente millas y aterrizó de golpe en la cueva. Gritó de ira mientras golpeaba sus piernas y luego aplastó una roca, haciéndola pedazos.

Chara: ¡M-Maldita sea! ¡Por favor! S-Solo no...

Se derrumbó mientras la realidad finalmente se asentaba, todo había terminado... ¿El Murciélago, su antigua vida? No podía simplemente volver a pelear como antes. No solo había “muerto” como el Murciélago, todos lo habían aceptado, y con sus nuevos poderes, ¡olvídate de hospitales si entraba en una pelea, su ira los mataría! Toda su vida, su furia, su rabia, su feroz determinación la habían empujado hacia adelante, pero ahora tendría que reconstruirse. La vieja Chara Dreemurr tendría que desaparecer, pero solo había una manera de hacerlo, aunque aún no. El verdadero primer paso era aprender.

Chara entonces comenzó desde cero. Reconstruyendo su estilo de pelea y entrenamiento. Todo lo que la obsesionaba era el control. Quería dominar completamente sus poderes, para nunca tener el temor de matar accidentalmente a alguien. Lo mismo con su estilo de pelea, antes se enfocaba en la agilidad y la velocidad con un poder devastador para terminar. ¿Ahora? Tenía poderes, tendría que aprender a suavizar sus golpes, si seguían siendo tan poderosos mataría a alguien. En lugar de cambiar completamente su estilo de pelea, decidió enfocarse en su alcance, conteniéndose tanto como pudiera. Sus ataques serían precisos. Como un arco, no el golpe más fuerte pero con los impactos más precisos en donde duele. Para terminar una pelea rápidamente o al menos estar en control de cualquier pelea en la que estuviera involucrada. El entrenamiento fue brutal. Meses bajo estas condiciones, desconectada del mundo.

Cuando finalmente estaba llegando a su fin, Chara había completado su transformación, más delgada y rápida que nunca. Era mucho menos musculosa que antes, pero estaba tan condicionada como siempre. Había pasado mucho tiempo intentando soltar. Aceptar su pasado y avanzar hacia el futuro. Sonreía más y aprendió a hacer algunos chistes. Fue agotador, pero trabajó duro en sí misma.

En su aislamiento, el único contacto que mantuvo fue con Sans. Le había pedido que creara algo para ella, él le dijo dónde encontrarlo, pero había desaparecido desde entonces, al menos, no había tenido noticias de él. Sin embargo, eso no importaba en ese momento. Cuando quitó el dispositivo, estaba exactamente donde él le había dicho que estaría. Modificado de un experimento anterior, Sans había construido para Chara un borrador de mente. Había una cosa más que debía hacer para dejar atrás al Murciélago.

Mientras volaba a su antigua casa, entró por uno de los pasadizos secretos del Murciélago.

Alfred estaba en su gran silla en su estudio privado, leyendo y tomando té mientras Chara intentaba acercarse silenciosamente y usar el dispositivo rápidamente.

Alfred: Señorita Chara. ¿Prefiere que le sirva té o chocolate caliente?

Chara: (suspira) Hola Alfred... siempre supiste cuando estaba cerca... Chocolate caliente.

Mientras Chara flotaba hacia la luz y a su vista, Alfred solo pareció sorprendido por un momento mientras ella tomaba asiento en el aire, antes de que él fuera a la cocina y regresara con dos tazas de chocolate caliente.

Alfred: Su chocolate caliente, señorita Chara.

Chara: Gracias... Sabes, Alfred, ¡creo que es la primera vez que te veo sorprendido!

Alfred: ¡Oh, basta con tonterías, señorita Chara, he aprendido a esperar cualquier cosa cuando se trata de usted!

Los dos sonrieron y rieron, el intercambio silencioso claro en el fondo.

Alfred: ¿Puedo asumir que algo maravilloso le ha pasado, Chara?

Ella asintió.

Chara: Bueno... sí, algo pasó...

Alfred: Me alivia, señorita Chara. Me alivia que hayas encontrado algo que te guíe hacia adelante... Estoy feliz.

Chara: ¿L-Lo estás?

Alfred: Por supuesto que lo estoy, señor, ¿cómo no podría estarlo?

Chara: L-Lo siento. Siento no haber seguido lo que querías. No fui la chica que criaste.

Alfred sonrió suavemente mientras se recostaba.

Alfred: Elegiste perderte en heroísmos. Intentar cambiar el mundo de una manera que solo tú puedes. ¿Cómo podría eso molestarme? Has crecido para ser alguien increíble, esté yo allí o no.

Chara se quedó helada mientras lo miraba.

Alfred: Sé que para seguir adelante no puedes dejar que la gente recuerde. Ya no pareces tan enojada.

Alfred la llamó más cerca. Puso una mano en su mejilla mientras sonreía.

Alfred: Eras tan joven... Había tanta ira... El Murciélago pudo haber controlado esa rabia... pero esto...

Alfred suavemente puso un puño en el centro de su pecho, como una mano en su alma.

Alfred: Esta es tu oportunidad... de dejarla ir. Ser verdaderamente libre...

Chara comenzó a llorar. Abrazó a Alfred con todo el amor que podía mostrar.

Chara: Eres un padre para mí... gracias...

Alfred sonrió mientras dejaba su taza.

Alfred: Señorita Dreemurr... Creo que estoy bastante listo ahora. Haz lo que debes hacer.

Chara secó sus lágrimas mientras se enfocaba en la tarea, tomando el dispositivo mientras lo apuntaba hacia él.

Chara: Yo... Gracias... Papá.

Antes de que se dijera otra palabra, presionó el botón y la habitación se llenó de un brillo blanco brillante. Los últimos restos de la sonrisa de Alfred desvaneciéndose en el blanco mientras Chara cerraba los ojos...

Te amo...

Chara no dejaba entrar a muchas personas como parte de sus reglas. Las que mantenía para proteger a todos a su alrededor. Sin embargo, tenía que asegurarse de que algunas de las personas que la habían ayudado y conocían su identidad a lo largo de los años, también tuvieran sus memorias borradas. Fue a cada lugar importante para cambiar documentos y solo modificar sutilmente todo para asegurar que no hubiera posibilidad de que la vieja Chara fuera descubierta. Ahora solo quedaba una cosa por hacer, un pequeño cambio en su identidad para asegurarse de que no fuera encontrada. Chara aceptó un apellido que había evitado. Después de todo, Frisk y Toriel se lo habían ofrecido, pero lo había evadido por mucho tiempo, yendo solo por Chara, pero ahora? No le molestaba tanto. Todo lo que importaba era convertir los activos que tenía y limpiar todo, enterrando las entradas a la Cueva con todo el equipo del Murciélago, borrando toda prueba de su existencia.

Mudándose a su nuevo hogar en la ciudad donde Frisk había vivido durante años, Chara Dreemurr compró complejos de apartamentos para alquilarlos y poder vivir mayormente fuera de la vista pública y mantener un flujo constante de efectivo para su nuevo estilo de vida más discreto. El primero de estos fue comprar un nuevo apartamento para ella misma.

Agente inmobiliario: ¡Este es el lugar, señora! Lo hemos despejado para que pueda poner sus cosas dentro, ¿estará bien con eso o necesita más ayuda?

Chara: Je... Tan bien como siempre estaré... Gracias.

Mientras el agente inmobiliario se iba, Chara usó su súper velocidad para mover todo dentro, desempacando nada más que una cama, mientras apoyaba su cabeza y miraba el techo, una sensación de vacío se asentó dentro de ella mientras comenzaba a aceptar realmente el hecho de que ahora? Estaba completamente sola... completamente sola. Mientras miraba hacia la oscuridad sin ninguna dirección en particular.

Bienvenida a casa, Dreemurr... Bienvenida a casa.

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SuperFrisk: Breaking Limits

"Oh my God, I overslept!"

Frisk Dreemurr had forgotten to set the alarm, so she was running to get to work. It was a big day since she wanted to work on a small area for the monsters to organize, so she had to present her ideas. But if she didn’t get there, it would all be for nothing!

The streets weren’t too crowded, so running wasn’t a concern. She used her powers just a little to boost her speed and arrive on time. She even decided that just a coffee would be enough for breakfast. But as she turned the corner...

"Ow! Hey!"

The man rubbed his chest because he had coffee spilled all over him. She had run into him and spilled the entire cup.

Frisk: "Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?"

As she tried to clean him up, he simply held out a hand while standing, grabbing the cup as he reassured her.

Citizen: "You’re fine! I promise you’re fine, go ahead, Ambassador! I’ll clean this up."

Frisk: "Oh, thank you so much, I still feel awful! Thank you!"

Frisk waved as she ran off, much more cautious this time as she reached the building. The man, however, just smiled to himself as he held the cup, careful not to let the lid or the spot where her lips had touched the rim get contaminated.

Man: "Oh, thank you, Frisk... you’ve just made this so much easier for me...!"

(Months passed after this event)

Scientist 1: "Is it moving?"

Scientist 2: "I’m not sure... It’s quite complicated... Operation Starkiller wasn’t supposed to happen this soon!"

The world buzzed around her as she woke up. Who was that? What was happening? Who was she?

As she looked around, she saw flashes of faces...

Lead Scientist: "Alert the commander. She’ll soon be uploaded with all the relevant information..."

She couldn’t make sense of anything that was happening and then lay back in her capsule as she fell unconscious once more.

The SFA was many things, but the success of the previous commander proved one thing: if you defeated a world-class hero or villain, your reputation would skyrocket. Killing SuperFrisk had launched the man to the top, but it was short-lived, temporary, and lacked everything promised. The next leader saw things differently. He didn’t just want a moment; he wanted a legacy. He wanted to be so famous that no one would ever forget him. So, making his policy... well, it would be more than a passing trend; he wanted it to be law. The man of the future? Commander Alarium. He had some time with SuperFrisk’s body to study it, gather information, but it wasn’t long before she mysteriously disappeared. He had no idea what caused it, but with an alien being of that power, who knew what could happen? He had used what he had to build a weapon. Operation Starkiller. A man-made weapon to destroy the stars. Its codename would be Kris, It stood for (Kryptonian Replicating Intelligence System) Using what he had on Frisk and Chara, he had created the perfect weapon, capable of adapting to their weaknesses and hers. It had SuperFrisk’s powers and determination, as well as Chara’s brain, passion, anger, hatred, and will to create this being. It had adopted a hybrid appearance between the two. She would be a weapon worthy of challenging even the strongest enemies...

Lead Scientist: "Commander?"

Alarium: "Yes...?"

Lead Scientist: "Um, sir... the... Kris... she’s requesting you."

Alarium nodded as he walked with the scientist. When he was in view, looking through the window at how the girl proved her worth in her tests, she had passed every test on paper, had the skills, and knew her power. She wanted to be free. To explore.

Kris: "Father? What more can I do?"

Alarium: "Soon, girl. You need to prove you can manage your power even in the most dangerous situations. Let’s see how you fare against this..."

Then, the Commander tested her with simulations of the people she was based on. They were fast, smart, and powerful... she surpassed them. She impressed everyone who saw it, able to read them quickly and adapt, learning to defeat them. But the one most impressed was the commander...

Alarium: "Kris! Well done! You’re so good! I’m proud of your work."

Kris: "Thank you, sir..."

She wanted to cry; to her, this was as good as gold. She loved... No, she needed to be loved, to have that approval. That’s all that truly mattered to her. Once she had that, there was nothing else.

But all that changed when... She arrived...

The day SuperFrisk returned.

She was different, better. After stopping a crime in the city, she made it known she was back. People were happy to see her, but...

Alarium: "Damn it! That’s impossible!"

He was furious; he had no plans, nothing. How could he justify a direct attack on her? After all, the excuse they used before was on shaky ground to begin with. Back then, it was called an accident, a misunderstanding at the time, but now? Now there were no excuses. No plans. Nothing. As days passed discussing it, trying to devise a plan, she thought: maybe it was time? Clearly, it bothered her to see all these people in panic, confused, angry, and lost. It wasn’t fair, she had worked so hard and in just 5 minutes, this…SuperFrisk, she’d managed to gather more attention than anything Kris had managed to do, she’s always just accepted that she needed to work, but this time….

Kris: What If I do it?

Everyone stopped as they turned to her, their panic turning to silence as she made a commitment. Now all eyes were on her as she heard them seemingly planning and thinking it through.

Scientist #8: would it work? Can she do it?

Lead Scientist: I-I mean it’s possible…after all…she was designed with those two in mind… i-if anyone was capable of it then it would be her… 

Scientist #5: And there’s nothing to trace her back to us! It’s perfect!

She saw as everyone seemed to be in higher spirits, revived, all hopes restored, It was the best plan they had. It would do everything they needed but was she really ready? It’s easy to say you’d beat someone when they’re gone but now the Legend was back, could she really Kill SuperFrisk once and for all?

Alarium: Kris!

Everyone froze as they turned to him as he approached her, putting a hand on her shoulder as he looked into her eyes as if he could read her soul, seeing just how determined she really was. The conviction in her word.

Alarium: Kris…This isn’t another simulation, it’s not even one of our Copybots…Frisk Dreemurr is a human in looks only. She is as dangerous to you as she is to anyone she considers an enemy. Even the Bat couldn’t survive. Are you sure you can do this?

Kris only had a second of doubt, but it faded just as quickly, in her mind, it didn’t matter how tough this girl supposedly was, It meant nothing to her. All that mattered was that she wanted this feeling to last, this faith, this belief in her, she couldn’t lose it. It was everything.

Kris: I can do it. I know I can. I will Kill her once and for all.

Alarium looked at her for one more second before he gave her a sincere smile.

Alarium: Thank you Kris, I’m proud of you.

If moments could last forever, Kris wished this could be longer, She nodded as she then flew off to her training room to get some more work in before she’d prepare for the inevitable fight ahead, she had to succeed. It's all that matters to her.

“Thank you…You’re such a delightful youth…”

Everyone was staring with eyes agasp as SuperFrisk was walking a senior citizen across the street, of course in earlier days it used to not be a problem, but It doesn’t change a thing for Frisk, she just wants to help people.

SF: Thank you, If you need any help just call my name and I’ll be there as fast as I can ma’am!

With a grateful nod and a wave, SuperFrisk took off to the skies as she went back on her patrol, as she flew she began to plan ahead, maybe she’d have time to clean up before going to work, a nice hot bath or something…

WHOOM

SuperFrisk slammed into the trees miles away as she was knocked to the ground. Shaking herself off she looked around as she noticed the girl who landed a couple of feet away…

Kris: It’s over Frisk! We can do this the easy way…or the hard way…

As SuperFrisk stood up she eyed her seeming opponent…

SF: And might I ask who you are and what your business is with me?

Kris looked at SuperFrisk coldly, seemingly studying her opponent face to face as well, getting adjusted to seeing the real thing.

Kris: You can call me Kris. It’s nothing personal but you’re just in my way.

SF: But What?-

In less than a second, Kris had dashed into SuperFrisk as she punched her in the face, sending her crashing through the floor as Kris kept delivering blows, keeping her rolling, when Frisk finally stopped, hitting a mountainside. SuperFrisk spit out the rocks and dirt and dusted herself off before looking at Kris seriously.

SF: Alright then…Kris. Let’s try this again.

This time Kris’s blows don’t connect as Frisk counters, blocking and swinging back, but as they fight, she realizes something…She wasn’t hitting anything, all her attacks were whiffs. Complete misses, but Kris was still getting hits in and getting damage, but Frisk wasn’t able to get anything, she was just too slow.

Kris: You know…I was worried about you…I spent so much time preparing…but I may have overestimated you…!

As the battle continued they exchanged in their match. Frisk was putting more and more effort into her hits, she’d often limited her attacks to not cause any real damage to the people she faced as they were often human, but it was clear…Kris wasn’t human.

She’d tried to identify what Kris was, but no matter how she looked at it, from the blows to the skin, she felt and looked like she did. Alive.

SF: What kind of trick is this? Who are you Kris? I’ve never heard of someone like you…!

As Kris went for a shot at Frisk’s ribs, Frisk floated horizontal to avoid the hit and block the hit with her weight now downwards, but Kris just used the momentum to rotate in a frontflip to counter with a crushing frontflip heel kick. Nailing her in the spine as she was sent hurtling back to the earth, slamming into the earth.

Kris: Don’t do this to yourself “SuperFrisk”...You may not believe me but I do respect you. I’ve trained for far longer than you’ve ever even thought about it to defeat you. But unfortunately. I have to finish it this time. I can hurt you.

Frisk tried desperately to move but it hurt, it really hurt…Kris was strong enough to get past her invulnerability? You have to be unbelievably strong to do that…Frisk finally let the last of her restraints go away, she had to go all out…

SF: T-Trained huh…that’s nice…but let’s see…

SuperFrisk launched herself in the air as she took off, Kris back in hot pursuit, Frisk didn’t want to fight in the plains or the mountains, there wasn’t any coverage. Flying high into the sky, They flew to the clouds, Kris in hot pursuit.

Kris: FRISK! Where are you!? Quit your hiding!

As Kris Looked around, Frisk used the clouds to hide and her speed to dash around her, getting free shots and hitting her as hard as she could all over the place, without letting Kris get an eye on her, even throwing her voice to keep her off balance…

SF: You may be skilled and tough but you don’t have any experience do you?

As Kris kept getting beat, she decided she had enough as she uses a super clap, slapping her hands together with so much force the shockwaves blow everything away in the radius, including the clouds, revealing SuperFrisk’s location…

SF: Crap!

Kris was mad, not stepping off the gas as she slammed right into SuperFrisk. A flurry of punches and kicks raining down on SuperFrisk as she was pushing herself to the limit to try and block. But while She was maxing out to match Kris…Kris was barely going over half of her limit.

It looked good at first…Frisk was even getting some hits in, even managing to use her cape to make Kris miss, keeping her off balance enough to land a strong fist to the back of her head, sending her hurtling to the ground, but she regained control of herself and avoided slamming into the ground, but as she looked up and SuperFrisk wiped some dirt off her face with a grin, Kris saw it. She was sweating, and her breathing was a little heavier, normally this wouldn’t mean much, but when the opponent is a superheroine who isn’t normally supposed to ever get tired or even hurt? It meant you were strong enough to surpass that.

Kris then went into full attack mode, only focused on making Frisk move, work as hard as possible. It didn’t matter if she connected any type of hit, it didn’t matter…all Kris wanted was to keep her from resting, no time off, If she really had to push herself so hard to keep up…then Kris was going to push it as far as she could!

The problem was reaching your limit…you can’t keep going at peak performance for long... SuperFrisk began to show even more signs of fatigue very quickly, a few minutes into Kris’s endless assault and she was slowing down, losing power, her punches less effective, It’s what happens to everyone…but Kris wasn’t satisfied, she wanted a swift and clear victory, after all how could she let Father down? It wasn’t a fight for her. It was a matter of family for her.

SF: Ahh!

With a hard hit that broke her guard, SuperFrisk could do nothing as Kris lined up a fully charged Heat Vision blast, sending her high into outer space. Tattered, worn and beaten. Frisk was completely out of it when Kris flew in behind her.

Kris grabbed Frisk by her hair. The truth being clear. The fight was done, Frisk wasn’t pulling this off.

Kris: Frisk Dreemurr…You fought well, but there’s only so much you can do when facing someone better than you. You may have been considered strong, but I was made to be the best, and beat the best. Your time is long over. Mine…? Well I think it’s just starting…!

Frisk took her time as she was just focused on recovering. She’d been gathering her energy as she was closer to the sun. It had dawned on her that Kris was strong…but something was different...She wasn’t what Frisk thought she was…

SF: T-Tell me something…Kris…Who made you?

Kris: W-What?

SF: We’ve been out here for a good while…yet I haven’t felt you get any stronger…at least not someone who’s supposed to be like me…

Kris: Grr…

Kris gutchecked Frisk with a vicious blow to her abdomen but she didn’t move a muscle, all she was focused on was fueling the fire inside her, it wasn’t enough, she needed more…Why was she holding back so much? There had to be more…! She…needed…

Kris: It doesn’t matter. I don’t care what you think about me! I’m…I’ll be everything my father wants from me! And I’ll be better than you ever were! I’ll remove Sans from the equation!…I’ll have your life! I’ll be my own person! I will be the new hero the world will love! Once I get rid of you…

That was it. Frisk felt the fire light and she didn’t stop it, the flames growing dark and violent, she accepted them, and for just a brief moment, her eyes and body transformed into dark fire, but then she calmed herself, the fires grew dimmer and more complacent, share realized wait…that’s what she wanted? She’d heard plenty of people threaten to destroy the city and her loved ones…but this wasn’t that. It wasn’t born out of a place of hatred but instead…

SuperFrisk knocked Kris back, to her confusion as Frisk was healthy and moving but something was off as her body was transforming, her hair beginning to glow a yellow and orange as fire seemed to just emanate from her.

SF: You’re not real…Everything you’re after. It’s not because of me is it? You just lack an identity. You don’t have anything, and it eats at you. It hurts doesn’t it? I was angry at first, frustrated but the truth is clear isn’t it? You’re a monstrosity that’s been left to rot. I…I am sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve this…

Kris got mad as she swung a wild fist at her, but the attack was just caught as she felt her hand begin to burn in SF’s grip, fire dancing on her costume and her hair, her eyes glowed brightly as well as Kris was agasp, this…it wasn’t part of any of her training…!

Kris: W-What are you…?!? Who the hell….what is this!?

SuperFrisk only smiled as she put her hand on her head, the force of her one inch punch felt like a nuclear bomb going off on her head.

SF: This? Well just a new trick…I think I’ll call it a Supernova…it’s pretty…cool…isn’t it? As for you…I hope you find the peace in the abyss that life was too cruel to give you…

Supernova Frisk charged her heat vision, this wasn’t out of anger, or hate, she just wanted Kris to move on, to find peace instead of life as some abomination of genetic splicing and creation. Biomechanics were good but…It wasn’t enough to beat her.

Kris: No! I won’t let you! I won’t let father down! I won’t lose today!

Kris lined up her own heat vision blast. But it was engulfed when Supernova Frisk let down hers, so powerful that it felt like trying to block the sun itself…

Kris: Ahhhhh…!!

As she was launched to parts unknown, the blast was so powerful, People on earth were blinded for a moment watching it, the world lit up for  just a second before it was done…

SF: *gasping* Good…game…

She grinned to herself for a moment before she felt herself shaking, she quickly tried to make her way back to solid ground but after crossing the atmosphere, she flew over the lake a few miles from the city when it all collapsed, her strength left her as she transformed and crash landed, laying in the water unconscious, lucky she was floating head side up as she was just in the water for a while before she regained consciousness…

She didn’t remember much after that but she was familiar with one thing…she vaguely remembered being lifted off the water and carried back home…but it had to be some sort of delusional vision because she thought she saw her…

Chara? It couldn’t be her…could it?

[shadowhatesfun]

SuperFrisk: Rompiendo Límites

"¡Dios mío, me quedé dormida!"

Frisk Dreemurr olvidó poner la alarma, así que corría para llegar al trabajo. Era un día importante porque quería trabajar en un pequeño espacio para que los monstruos se organizaran, y tenía que presentar sus ideas. ¡Pero si no llegaba a tiempo, todo sería en vano! Las calles no estaban muy concurridas, así que correr no era un problema. Usó un poco sus poderes para aumentar su velocidad y llegar a tiempo. Incluso decidió que un café sería suficiente para el desayuno. Pero al doblar la esquina...

"¡Ay! ¡Oye!"

El hombre se frotó el pecho porque Frisk había derramado todo el café sobre él. Lo había chocado mientras corría.

Frisk: "¡Dios mío, lo siento mucho! ¿Estás bien?" Mientras intentaba limpiarlo, él simplemente levantó una mano mientras se ponía de pie, tomando la taza y tranquilizándola.

Ciudadano: "¡Estás bien! Te prometo que no pasa nada, ¡adelante, Embajadora! Yo limpiaré esto."

Frisk: "¡Oh, muchas gracias, aún me siento terrible! ¡Gracias!" Frisk se despidió con la mano mientras corría, esta vez con mucho más cuidado, hasta llegar al edificio. Sin embargo, el hombre solo sonrió para sí mismo mientras sostenía la taza, asegurándose de que la tapa o el lugar donde los labios de Frisk habían tocado el borde no se contaminaran.

Hombre: "Oh, gracias, Frisk... ¡has hecho esto mucho más fácil para mí...!"

(Meses después de este evento)

Científico 1: "¿Se está moviendo?" Científico 2: "No estoy seguro... Es bastante complicado... ¡La Operación Starkiller no debía suceder tan pronto!"

El mundo zumbaba a su alrededor mientras ella despertaba. ¿Quiénes eran esos? ¿Qué estaba pasando? ¿Quién era ella? Mientras miraba a su alrededor, veía destellos de rostros...

Científico Principal: "Avisa al comandante. Pronto se le cargará toda la información relevante..."

No podía entender nada de lo que ocurría y luego se recostó en su cápsula, cayendo inconsciente una vez más.

La SFA era muchas cosas, pero el éxito del comandante anterior demostró algo: si derrotabas a un héroe o villano de clase mundial, tu reputación se dispararía. Matar a SuperFrisk había catapultado al hombre a la cima, pero fue algo efímero, temporal, y carecía de todo lo prometido. El siguiente líder veía las cosas de manera diferente. No quería solo un momento; quería un legado. Quería ser tan famoso que nadie lo olvidara jamás. Así que, establecer su política... bueno, sería más que una moda pasajera; quería que fuera ley. ¿El hombre del futuro? Comandante Alarium.

Tuvo algo de tiempo con el cuerpo de SuperFrisk para estudiarlo, recolectar información, pero no pasó mucho antes de que ella desapareciera misteriosamente. No tenía idea de qué lo causó, pero con un ser alienígena de ese poder, ¿quién sabía qué podía pasar? Usó lo que tenía para construir un arma: Operación Starkiller. Un arma creada por el hombre para destruir las estrellas. Su nombre en clave sería Kris, que significaba Sistema de Inteligencia Replicante Kryptoniana. Usando lo que tenía de Frisk y Chara, creó el arma perfecta, capaz de adaptarse a sus debilidades y las de ella. Tenía los poderes y la determinación de SuperFrisk, así como el cerebro, la pasión, el enojo, el odio y la voluntad de Chara para crear este ser. Adoptó una apariencia híbrida entre las dos. Sería un arma digna de desafiar incluso a los enemigos más fuertes...

Científico Principal: "¿Comandante?"

Alarium: "¿Sí...?"

Científico Principal: "Eh, señor... la... Kris... ella lo está solicitando."

Alarium asintió mientras caminaba con el científico. Cuando estuvo a la vista, mirando a través de la ventana cómo la chica demostraba su valía en las pruebas, había pasado todos los exámenes en papel, tenía las habilidades y conocía su poder. Quería ser libre. Explorar.

Kris: "¿Padre? ¿Qué más puedo hacer?"

Alarium: "Pronto, pequeña. Necesitas demostrar que puedes manejar tu poder incluso en las situaciones más peligrosas. Veamos cómo te va contra esto..."

Entonces, el Comandante la probó con simulaciones de las personas en las que estaba basada. Eran rápidas, inteligentes y poderosas... pero ella las superó. Impresionó a todos los que lo vieron, capaz de leerlas rápidamente y adaptarse, aprendiendo a derrotarlas. Pero el más impresionado fue el comandante...

Alarium: "¡Kris! ¡Bien hecho! Eres muy buena. Estoy orgulloso de tu trabajo."

Kris: "Gracias, señor..."

Quería llorar; para ella, esto valía oro. Amaba... No, necesitaba ser amada, tener esa aprobación. Eso era todo lo que realmente importaba. Una vez que lo tenía, no había nada más.

Pero todo cambió cuando... Ella llegó...

El día en que SuperFrisk regresó.

Era diferente, mejor. Tras detener un crimen en la ciudad, dejó claro que estaba de vuelta. La gente estaba feliz de verla, pero...

Alarium: "¡Maldita sea! ¡Eso es imposible!"

Estaba furioso; no tenía planes, nada. ¿Cómo podía justificar un ataque directo contra ella? Después de todo, la excusa que usaron antes era endeble desde el principio. En ese entonces, lo llamaron un accidente, un malentendido, pero ahora... ahora no había excusas. Ni planes. Nada. Mientras pasaban los días discutiendo, tratando de idear un plan, ella pensó: ¿quizá era el momento? Claramente, le molestaba ver a toda esta gente en pánico, confundida, enojada y perdida. No era justo, había trabajado tanto y, en solo cinco minutos, esta... SuperFrisk, había logrado captar más atención que cualquier cosa que Kris había hecho. Siempre había aceptado que debía trabajar, pero esta vez...

Kris: "¿Y si lo hago yo?"

Todos se detuvieron y la miraron, su pánico se convirtió en silencio mientras ella hacía un compromiso. Ahora todas las miradas estaban sobre ella mientras los escuchaba planear y pensar en ello.

Científico #8: "¿Funcionará? ¿Podrá hacerlo?"

Científico Principal: "D-Digo, es posible... después de todo, fue diseñada pensando en esas dos... Si alguien es capaz, sería ella..."

Científico #5: "¡Y no hay nada que la relacione con nosotros! ¡Es perfecto!"

Vio cómo todos parecían estar de mejor ánimo, revitalizados, con todas las esperanzas restauradas. Era el mejor plan que tenían. Lograría todo lo que necesitaban, pero ¿estaba realmente lista? Es fácil decir que vencerías a alguien cuando no está, pero ahora que la leyenda había regresado, ¿podría realmente matar a SuperFrisk de una vez por todas?

Alarium: "¡Kris!"

Todos se congelaron mientras él se acercaba a ella, poniendo una mano en su hombro mientras la miraba a los ojos, como si pudiera leer su alma, viendo cuán determinada estaba realmente. La convicción en sus palabras.

Alarium: "Kris... Esto no es otra simulación, ni siquiera uno de nuestros Copybots... Frisk Dreemurr solo parece humana. Es tan peligrosa para ti como lo es para cualquiera que considere un enemigo. Ni siquiera el Murciélago sobrevivió. ¿Estás segura de que puedes hacer esto?"

Kris tuvo un segundo de duda, pero se desvaneció rápidamente. En su mente, no importaba cuán dura se suponía que era esta chica. No significaba nada para ella. Todo lo que importaba era que quería que este sentimiento durara, esta fe, esta creencia en ella. No podía perderlo. Era todo.

Kris: "Puedo hacerlo. Sé que puedo. La mataré de una vez por todas."

Alarium la miró por un segundo más antes de darle una sonrisa sincera.

Alarium: "Gracias, Kris. Estoy orgulloso de ti."

Si los momentos pudieran durar para siempre, Kris deseaba que este fuera más largo. Asintió y luego voló hacia su sala de entrenamiento para practicar un poco más antes de prepararse para la inevitable pelea que se avecinaba. Tenía que tener éxito. Era todo lo que le importaba.

"Gracias... ¡Eres una joven encantadora!"

Todos miraban con los ojos bien abiertos mientras SuperFrisk ayudaba a una anciana a cruzar la calle. Por supuesto, en los viejos tiempos esto no habría sido un problema, pero para Frisk no cambiaba nada. Ella solo quería ayudar a la gente.

SF: "Gracias. Si necesitas ayuda, solo llámame y estaré ahí lo más rápido que pueda, señora."

Con un asentimiento agradecido y un saludo, SuperFrisk despegó hacia los cielos para retomar su patrulla. Mientras volaba, comenzó a planear. Tal vez tendría tiempo de limpiarse antes de ir al trabajo, un baño caliente o algo por el estilo...

¡WHOOM!

SuperFrisk chocó contra los árboles a kilómetros de distancia mientras era derribada al suelo. Sacudiéndose, miró a su alrededor y notó a la chica que aterrizó a unos metros de distancia...

Kris: "Se acabó, Frisk. Podemos hacer esto por las buenas... o por las malas..."

Mientras SuperFrisk se ponía de pie, observó a su aparente oponente...

SF: "¿Y puedo preguntar quién eres y qué tienes que ver conmigo?"

Kris miró a SuperFrisk con frialdad, aparentemente estudiando a su oponente cara a cara, adaptándose a ver la cosa real.

Kris: "Puedes llamarme Kris. No es personal, pero estás en mi camino."

SF: "Pero, ¿qué?-"

En menos de un segundo, Kris se lanzó hacia SuperFrisk y le dio un puñetazo en la cara, enviándola a estrellarse contra el suelo mientras Kris seguía asestando golpes, manteniéndola en movimiento. Cuando Frisk finalmente se detuvo, chocando contra la ladera de una montaña, escupió las rocas y la tierra, se limpió y miró a Kris con seriedad.

SF: "Muy bien, Kris. Vamos a intentarlo de nuevo."

Esta vez, los golpes de Kris no conectaron mientras Frisk contraatacaba, bloqueando y devolviendo los golpes, pero mientras peleaban, se dio cuenta de algo... No estaba golpeando nada, todos sus ataques fallaban. Eran misses completos, pero Kris seguía acertando y causando daño, mientras que Frisk no lograba nada. Era demasiado lenta.

Kris: "Sabes... estaba preocupada por ti... Pasé tanto tiempo preparándome... ¡pero puede que te haya sobreestimado!"

Mientras la batalla continuaba, intercambiaban golpes. Frisk ponía más y más esfuerzo en sus ataques. A menudo limitaba sus golpes para no causar daño real a las personas que enfrentaba, ya que solían ser humanos, pero estaba claro... Kris no era humana.

Intentó identificar qué era Kris, pero no importaba cómo lo viera, desde los golpes hasta la piel, se sentía y parecía como ella. Viva.

SF: "¿Qué clase de truco es este? ¿Quién eres, Kris? ¡Nunca he oído de alguien como tú...!"

Mientras Kris intentaba golpear las costillas de Frisk, esta flotó horizontalmente para evitar el golpe y bloquearlo con su peso hacia abajo, pero Kris usó el impulso para girar en un voltereta frontal y contraatacar con una patada de talón aplastante. La acertó en la columna vertebral, enviándola a estrellarse contra la tierra.

Kris: "No hagas esto, 'SuperFrisk'... Puede que no me creas, pero te respeto. He entrenado mucho más de lo que jamás pensaste para derrotarte. Pero, desafortunadamente, tengo que terminar esto. Puedo hacerte daño."

Frisk intentó desesperadamente moverse, pero dolía, realmente dolía... ¿Kris era lo suficientemente fuerte como para superar su invulnerabilidad? Había que ser increíblemente fuerte para lograr eso... Frisk finalmente dejó ir las últimas de sus restricciones. Tenía que ir con todo...

SF: "E-Entrenaste, ¿eh? Eso está bien... pero veamos..."

SuperFrisk se lanzó al aire mientras despegaba, con Kris en persecución. Frisk no quería pelear en las llanuras ni en las montañas, no había cobertura. Volando alto hacia las nubes, Kris la seguía de cerca.

Kris: "¡FRISK! ¿Dónde estás? ¡Para de esconderte!"

Mientras Kris miraba a su alrededor, Frisk usó las nubes para esconderse y su velocidad para moverse rápidamente, dando golpes libres y atacándola con toda su fuerza por todos lados, sin dejar que Kris la viera, incluso proyectando su voz para desequilibrarla...

SF: "Puedes ser hábil y fuerte, pero no tienes experiencia, ¿verdad?"

Mientras Kris seguía recibiendo golpes, decidió que ya era suficiente y usó un aplauso súper fuerte, golpeando sus manos con tanta fuerza que las ondas de choque despejaron todo en el radio, incluidas las nubes, revelando la ubicación de SuperFrisk...

SF: "¡Maldición!"

Kris estaba furiosa, sin bajar el ritmo mientras se lanzaba directamente hacia SuperFrisk. Una ráfaga de puñetazos y patadas llovió sobre SuperFrisk mientras ella se esforzaba al límite para intentar bloquear. Pero mientras ella estaba al máximo para igualar a Kris... Kris apenas estaba usando la mitad de su capacidad.

Al principio parecía ir bien... Frisk incluso lograba acertar algunos golpes, incluso usando su capa para hacer que Kris fallara, manteniéndola lo suficientemente desequilibrada como para conectar un fuerte puñetazo en la nuca, enviándola a estrellarse contra el suelo. Pero Kris recuperó el control y evitó chocar, y cuando miró hacia arriba y vio a SuperFrisk limpiarse la tierra de la cara con una sonrisa, Kris lo notó. Estaba sudando, y su respiración era un poco más pesada. Normalmente, esto no significaría mucho, pero cuando tu oponente es una superheroína que no debería cansarse ni siquiera lastimarse, significaba que eras lo suficientemente fuerte como para superar eso.

Kris entonces entró en modo de ataque total, enfocada solo en hacer que Frisk se moviera, que trabajara lo más duro posible. No importaba si conectaba algún golpe, no importaba... todo lo que Kris quería era evitar que descansara, sin darle tiempo libre. Si realmente tenía que esforzarse tanto para seguirle el paso... entonces Kris iba a empujarla hasta el límite.

El problema de alcanzar tu límite... es que no puedes mantener el máximo rendimiento por mucho tiempo. SuperFrisk comenzó a mostrar más signos de fatiga rápidamente. Unos minutos después del asalto interminable de Kris, estaba ralentizándose, perdiendo fuerza, sus golpes eran menos efectivos. Es lo que le pasa a todos... pero Kris no estaba satisfecha, quería una victoria rápida y clara. Después de todo, ¿cómo podía decepcionar a su padre? No era una pelea para ella. Era una cuestión de familia.

SF: "¡Ahh!"

Con un golpe fuerte que rompió su guardia, SuperFrisk no pudo hacer nada mientras Kris alineaba un rayo de visión de calor completamente cargado, enviándola al espacio exterior. Destrozada, agotada y golpeada, Frisk estaba completamente fuera de combate cuando Kris voló detrás de ella.

Kris agarró a Frisk por el cabello. La verdad era clara. La pelea había terminado, Frisk no iba a lograrlo.

Kris: "Frisk Dreemurr... Luchaste bien, pero solo puedes hacer tanto cuando enfrentas a alguien mejor que tú. Puede que te consideraran fuerte, pero yo fui creada para ser la mejor y vencer a los mejores. Tu tiempo terminó hace mucho. El mío... bueno, creo que apenas está comenzando..."

Frisk tomó su tiempo mientras se enfocaba en recuperarse. Había estado acumulando su energía al estar más cerca del sol. Se le ocurrió que Kris era fuerte... pero algo era diferente... No era lo que Frisk pensaba que era...

SF: "D-Dime algo... Kris... ¿Quién te creó?"

Kris: "¿Q-Qué?"

SF: "Hemos estado aquí afuera por un buen rato... y no he sentido que te hagas más fuerte... al menos no como alguien que se supone que es como yo..."

Kris: "¡Grr!"

Kris golpeó a Frisk en el abdomen con un golpe cruel, pero ella no se movió ni un músculo. Todo en lo que estaba enfocada era en alimentar el fuego dentro de ella, no era suficiente, necesitaba más... ¿Por qué se estaba conteniendo tanto? ¡Tenía que haber más...! Ella... necesitaba...

Kris: "No importa. ¡No me importa lo que pienses de mí! ¡Soy... seré todo lo que mi padre quiere de mí! ¡Y seré mejor de lo que tú jamás fuiste! ¡Eliminaré a Sans de la ecuación! ¡Tendré tu vida! ¡Seré mi propia persona! ¡Seré la nueva heroína que el mundo amará! Una vez que me deshaga de ti..."

Eso fue todo. Frisk sintió el fuego encenderse y no lo detuvo, las llamas crecían oscuras y violentas. Las aceptó, y por un breve momento, sus ojos y cuerpo se transformaron en un fuego oscuro, pero luego se calmó, las llamas se volvieron más tenues y complacientes. Se dio cuenta... espera... ¿eso era lo que quería? Había escuchado a muchas personas amenazar con destruir la ciudad y a sus seres queridos... pero esto no era eso. No nacía de un lugar de odio, sino de...

SuperFrisk empujó a Kris hacia atrás, para su confusión, mientras Frisk estaba saludable y moviéndose, pero algo estaba mal, su cuerpo estaba transformándose, su cabello comenzaba a brillar en amarillo y naranja, como si el fuego emanara de ella.

SF: "No eres real... Todo lo que buscas. No es por mí, ¿verdad? Solo te falta una identidad. No tienes nada, y eso te carcome. Duele, ¿no es así? Al principio estaba enojada, frustrada, pero la verdad es clara, ¿no? Eres una monstruosidad que han dejado pudrirse. Yo... lo siento mucho por lo que te ha pasado. No mereces esto..."

Kris se enojó y lanzó un puñetazo salvaje hacia ella, pero el ataque fue atrapado mientras sentía que su mano comenzaba a arder en el agarre de SuperFrisk, el fuego bailando en su traje y su cabello, sus ojos brillaban intensamente mientras Kris estaba atónita. Esto... ¡no formaba parte de su entrenamiento!

Kris: "¿Q-Qué eres...? ¿Quién demonios... qué es esto?"

SuperFrisk solo sonrió mientras ponía su mano en la cabeza de Kris. La fuerza de su golpe de una pulgada se sintió como una bomba nuclear explotando en su cabeza.

SF: "¿Esto? Bueno, solo un nuevo truco... Creo que lo llamaré Supernova... es bastante... genial, ¿no? En cuanto a ti... espero que encuentres la paz en el abismo que la vida fue demasiado cruel para darte..."

Supernova Frisk cargó su visión de calor. No era por enojo ni odio, solo quería que Kris avanzara, que encontrara paz en lugar de vivir como una abominación de manipulación genética y creación. La biomecánica era buena, pero... no era suficiente para vencerla.

Kris: "¡No! ¡No te dejaré! ¡No decepcionaré a mi padre! ¡No perderé hoy!"

Kris alineó su propio rayo de visión de calor. Pero fue engullido cuando Supernova Frisk liberó el suyo, tan poderoso que parecía intentar bloquear el sol mismo...

Kris: "¡Ahhh...!"

Mientras era lanzada a partes desconocidas, el rayo fue tan poderoso que la gente en la Tierra quedó cegada por un momento al verlo, el mundo se iluminó por un segundo antes de que terminara...

SF: "jadeando Buen... juego..."

Sonrió para sí misma por un momento antes de sentirse temblar. Rápidamente intentó regresar a tierra firme, pero después de cruzar la atmósfera, voló sobre el lago a pocos kilómetros de la ciudad cuando todo colapsó. Su fuerza la abandonó mientras se transformaba y se estrellaba, quedando inconsciente en el agua. Afortunadamente, flotaba boca arriba mientras permanecía en el agua por un tiempo antes de recuperar la conciencia...

No recordaba mucho después de eso, pero estaba familiarizada con una cosa... vagamente recordaba ser levantada del agua y llevada de regreso a casa... pero debía ser alguna visión delirante porque pensó que la vio...

¿Chara? No podía ser ella... ¿o sí?

[shadowhatesfun]

El Club de Dio

(Nada en esta historia es canónico ni pretende ser 100% serio, solo algo que añadí por diversión.)

SuperFrisk y UltraChara habían visto muchas cosas en su tiempo como equipo, pero ¿una llamada de su amenaza más temida? Eso era algo nuevo…

UC: Tienes que estar bromeando.

SF: Tenemos que ver cuál es el problema, Chara.

UC: ¿Estás…? (suspira) Mira… Frisk, sé que tu corazón está en el lugar correcto… pero no va a acostarse contigo.

SF: (sonrojada) ¡C-Cállate! E-Esto es solo… Se trata de nuestro deber y responsabilidad, ayudamos a la gente, incluso a él.

UC: Ayudar a la gente es una cosa… ayudar a Sans es otra. Pero bueeeno… vamos a visitar a tu novio malvado entonces.

SF: ¡No es mi novio!

El dúo determinado voló hacia SansCorp, flotando fuera de la ventana de la oficina de Sans.

Sans: ¿Saben que tengo una puerta, verdad?

SF: Solo abre la ventana, Sans.

Sans: ¿Tienen algún problema con mi secretaria? Puedo reemplazarla, saben…

UC: ¿Podemos simplemente dejarlo? ¡No se está tomando esto en serio!

Sans: Je… Granjeros de aura.

UC: ¡¡¡APAGA EL INTERNET, SANS!!!

Finalmente abrió la ventana y los dejó entrar mientras tomaba asiento.

Sans: Esta es su oficina. Estoy buscando a una dibujante mía que ha desaparecido, se llama Dio.

SF: ¿Dio? ¿Te refieres a la que trabaja para tu revista y en línea?

UC: ¡OH! ¿Ella dibuja los cómics, verdad? ¡Me encantan sus cosas! ¡Son fantásticas!

Sans: Ha desaparecido.

UltraChara detuvo su entusiasmo y se giró hacia SuperFrisk.

UC: Frisk, tenemos que ayudarlo.

SuperFrisk le dio a Chara una mirada fría antes de gritarle.

SF: ¿¿¿TE VENDISTE PORQUE ELLA HACE TUS CÓMICS?!?

Cuando se calmaron, se enfocaron y miraron a Sans, él suspiró mientras caminaba.

Sans: No podemos localizarla. Me preocupa que esté en grave peligro. Alguien como ella no suele fallar. Es importante que la traigan de vuelta lo antes posible. Es muy importante para mí y para esta compañía.

Ambas asintieron mientras despegaban, flotando justo fuera de la ventana mientras él las miraba.

SF: ¡No te preocupes, Sans! ¡La traeremos a casa sana y salva!

UC: ¡Sí! ¡Será fácil! Solo prepárate para alabarnos cuando terminemos. ¡Necesito mi próximo número!

Mientras las dos despegaban, la secretaria cerró la ventana mientras Sans se giraba y tomaba asiento.

Secretaria: ¡Vaya, señor… no tenía idea de que la valoraba tanto!

Sans: …bufa ¿Estás bromeando? Je, ella tiene la mayor cantidad de retardos y ausencias en la compañía. Solo es necesaria para mis planes actuales hoy. Creo que su editor lo llama… ¿”Tiempo Dio”?... porque, ya sabes, es increíblemente inconsistente y distraída. ¿TDAH, creo?

Sans se levantó mientras salía de la oficina con una sonrisa.

Sans: Pero solo por hoy, ¡ella me conseguirá la oferta tres por uno!... jejeje…

SuperFrisk y UltraChara volaron por ahí, pero no tuvieron suerte en sus lugares habituales para obtener información.

SF: Nada… está bien, entonces dividámonos. Si corremos por ahí, eventualmente encontraremos algo… ¿verdad?

UC: se encoge de hombros No es mala idea… mejor que cualquier cosa que tenga yo, hagámoslo.

Las dos salieron disparadas, UltraChara deteniéndose a los pocos segundos después de terminar.

UC: ¡Maldita sea! Nada… usando su comunicador ¡Frisk! ¿Alguna suerte?

Hubo un silencio mientras no escuchaba nada antes de que SuperFrisk respondiera en una voz baja y avergonzada.

SF: Creo que la encontré…

UltraChara, confundida, despegó tras ella para ver qué pasaba.

Cuando llegó, SuperFrisk estaba en silencio, mirando hacia abajo, atónita.

UC: ¿Frisk? ¿Dónde está? ¿Dónde está Dio?

SF miraba al suelo mientras señalaba el edificio. Cuando UltraChara miró, allí estaba.

UC: T-Tienes que estar bromeando…

Era un club. Un club muy… claramente temático.

UC: ¿Lyney? ¿Qué demonios…?

Con una cara cada vez más frustrada y enojada, UltraChara no dudó en entrar.

Dentro, el bar estaba lleno, todos se divertían, bebían y bromeaban, pasando el rato con los empleados disfrazados, pero más adentro, en la sección VIP especial, Dio estaba sentada emocionada mientras Lyney finalmente salía al centro del escenario, mirándola con un guiño y una sonrisa.

Lyney: ¡Gracias, querida! ¡Solo lo mejor para nuestra invitada especial!

Mientras se acercaba, Dio estaba en su sección especial, emocionada mientras su amado se acercaba a ella.

Dio: ¡Oh, Lyney! ¡Te amo!

Lyney se sentó a su lado mientras ponía su mano en el lado de su rostro, haciéndola mirarlo.

Lyney: Oh, querida, para una de mis fans más dedicadas, solo puedo ofrecerte una cosa…

Dio: ¡O-oh! ¡Sí!

Dio se emocionaba más y más mientras Lyney se acercaba, estaba tan cerca que sus brazos comenzaron a alcanzar el área justo por encima de sus caderas, sus ojos admirando sus rasgos suaves y labios delicados, el patrón en su ropa y el olor de su pecho. Mientras comenzaba a abrazarla, ella cerró los ojos…

Dio: Lyney… yo -¡GHK-!

Dio cayó al suelo con un fuerte golpe mientras tiraba del otro lado de su sudadera para respirar, siendo arrastrada fuera del edificio por su sudadera.

UC: (Enojada) De todas las estupideces… ¡podrías haber estado trabajando en mi próximo número! Pero NOOO, en cambio, te escapaste a un maldito club para ser una pervertida.

Dio no estaba escuchando realmente mientras seguía alcanzando a Lyney.

Dio: ¡Nooo!... ¡Mi glorioso Lyney! ¡Déjame ir! ¡Conozco mis derechos!

Mientras UC arrastraba a Dio fuera del club, SuperFrisk recibió una llamada y tomó el comunicador.

Sans: Frisk… ¿Actualización? ¿Cómo va?

SF: Um… b-bueno… la encontramos… en un lugar cuestionable…

Sans: ¿Lugar cuestionable? Solo dime, ¿dónde demonios estaba?

SF: sonrojada y medio cubriendo su rostro um… un… club de caballeros… un tipo llamado Lyney.

Sans colgó mientras golpeaba su cabeza contra el escritorio.

Sans: avergonzado T-Tienes que estar bromeando… qué dibujante tan pervertida…

Mientras Sans lamentaba sus decisiones, su secretaria se asomó tímidamente por la puerta.

Secretaria: um… ¿s-señor?

Sans: ¿Qué pasa?

(La secretaria nerviosamente puso un papel en su escritorio mientras se escondía detrás de su portapapeles)

Sans: ¿Qué es…?

Mientras leía, se dio cuenta de que era su solicitud aprobada de tiempo de vacaciones para hoy y mañana… Había seguido el procedimiento…

Secretaria: Y-Yo… lo perdí y no lo envié a asistencia… ¡L-Lo siento mucho!

(Mientras los ojos de Sans se oscurecían, ella lo miró nerviosamente antes de que él bufara y comenzara a reír)

Secretaria: ¿S-Señor?

Sans: (Toma un momento para respirar) Oh… lo siento, hiciste bien… Esto es lo que llamo una oportunidad…

Secretaria: (comprendió) ¿D-Debería prepararlo para usted… señor?

(Sans sonrió mientras se sentaba en la oficina de Dio…)

Sans: Eres demasiado amable, señorita secretaria… jejeje…

Mientras las tres volaban por el aire, Dio había dejado de luchar contra ellas, pero seguía extremadamente molesta por su situación actual.

Dio: ¡Esto es jodidamente ridículo! ¡Pedí el día libre hoy y mañana!

UC: ¿Desperdiciaste tiempo de vacaciones en ESO? Deberías agradecernos por sacarte. Usa tu tiempo en cosas más útiles… ¡Como dibujarme a MÍ!

Dio: ¿Q-Qué demonios? ¿¡Lees mis cómics!?

SF: Mira, señorita Dio, lamento las circunstancias, pero nos dijeron que habías desaparecido. Cuando regresemos, le pediremos a Sans que aclare todo este desastre. Podría haber sido un simple error en la compañía.

Dio: resopla ¡pipipi…!

Mientras la llevaban volando a casa, la dejaron en su habitación, en su apartamento.

SF: Tu jefe necesita verte, así que tómate tu tiempo y prepárate mientras le hacemos una pequeña visita.

UC: Sí, tengo unas palabras para él, ¡vaya que sí…!

UC le lanzó su bolsa a Dio mientras las dos se preparaban para despegar.

SF: No te preocupes, Dio, llegaremos al fondo de esto, ¡tendrás otra vacación!

UC: Solo encuentra algo que hacer en el trabajo mientras tanto, tal vez otro-?

SuperFrisk le da un ligero golpe en la nuca a UltraChara

SF: ¿De verdad estás tan desesperada por otro número de tu propio cómic? ¿Que se lo pides OTRA VEZ por tercera vez?

UC: ¿Definitivamente no has leído tus cómics, verdad? Son realmente algo, ¿sabes?

SF: Claro que no… pero podría.

(Mientras hablaban por un momento, Dio sostenía las llaves de su coche mientras se daba cuenta…)

Dio: Espera… ¡me trajeron volando hasta aquí! ¡Dejaron-!

Mientras miraba hacia arriba, su cabello ahora era un desastre mientras las dos despegaban en una ráfaga de viento.

Dio: …mi coche… maldita sea…

Tomó una profunda respiración mientras tomaba su ropa y se dirigía a la ducha, parecía que hoy iba a ser un día muuuuy largo.

Sans estaba todavía en la oficina de Dio terminando algo de trabajo antes de escuchar un golpe en la puerta.

Sans: ¡Pasa!

SuperFrisk y UltraChara entraron, sorprendiéndolo

Sans: Vaya, miren eso… ¡SÍ pueden usar una puerta!

*El dúo puso los ojos en blanco mientras se paraban frente a su escritorio.

SF: Basta de bromas, Sans. Trajimos de vuelta a tu dibujante, pero no estaba en ningún peligro.

UC: (sonríe) No tienes que delatar a nadie, pero vamos… ¿quién la cagó?

Sans: La secretaria, pero ya cumplió con una tarea que le pedí como penitencia, así que ahora debo agradecerles de la única manera que sé…

Sans se levantó y se movió con ellas al frente del escritorio mientras extendía su mano. SuperFrisk alcanzó a tomarla, pero tan pronto como lo hizo, Sans la levantó y la lanzó contra el escritorio detrás de ellas

SF: …¿um…?

No estaba herida, en absoluto, pero estaba con los ojos muy abiertos y sorprendida, ¿por qué hizo eso? Pero antes de que pudiera levantarse, una sensación foreboda la llenó, mientras miraba entre los escombros del escritorio.

Sans: Oh, sí, casi lo olvido, tengo un regalo para ti, ¿lo sostienes por mí, Frisk?

Tomó un fragmento de kryptonita y lo puso en su cabeza.

SF: Ugh… m-maldito…

Incluso UltraChara dudó por un momento porque SuperFrisk rara vez maldecía, lo que le dio a Sans una oportunidad para atacarla. Los teletransportes de Sans la mantenían a raya, pero UltraChara evitaba acercarse a SuperFrisk y la kryptonita en su cabeza, pero no fue suficiente.

UltraChara casi logra golpear a Sans, pero en cambio chocó contra una pared con demasiado impulso. Al romper un gabinete, expuso otro fragmento de kryptonita escondido en el centro de la habitación. Mientras ambos lo miraban y se miraban entre sí, UltraChara sabía que no podía dejar que Sans lo tomara, así que agarró lo más cercano que pudo alcanzar, un asta de bandera con una bandera blanca. La sostuvo mientras se lanzaba hacia la piedra para alejarla, Sans también para agarrarla, pero mientras la alcanzaban…

Sans: llega primero a la piedra y la agarra ¡Ja!

UC: ¡No!

Antes de que UltraChara pudiera moverse y escapar, Sans la golpeó contra una pared con la kryptonita en la mano. Ella chocó fuertemente contra ella, antes de caer al suelo. Antes de que pudiera levantarse de nuevo, Sans puso el fragmento encima de su cabeza.

Sans: Le di a Frisk el mío personal, pero tú puedes quedarte con este…

UC: …ohhh…

Mientras la cabeza de UltraChara caía al suelo, Sans recogió la bandera mientras sonreía para sí mismo y la puso en su mano.

Sans: También puedes sostener esto por mí, Chara, ¿no crees que es apropiado?

Sans rió mientras admiraba su obra, hombre, incluso después de años de ser CEO, todavía lo tenía…!

Dio tuvo un largo viaje al trabajo, una larga caminata que dolió, estaba cansada antes de siquiera llegar al edificio. Qué día tan mierda. Ya le habían ARRUINADO sus vacaciones, pero bueno, solo tendría que reprogramar la oportunidad de estar con su amado Lyney… y lo peor, su intento de reprogramar terminó en fracaso porque la PROHIBIERON por la interrupción molesta que causaron, era tan injusto.

Dio: ¿Puede empeorar más…?

Mientras subía a su oficina, Sans salió de su oficina con una sonrisa, saludándola con la mano mientras se dirigía afuera.

Sans: Dio, me dirijo a mi oficina, te dejé algunas asignaciones que necesito que hagas, pero puedo esperar un poco hasta que termines de limpiar la oficina, ¿de acuerdo?

Mientras se iba silbando, ella miró la puerta confundida mientras alcanzaba a abrirla, ¿de qué estaba hablando? Su oficina estaba…

¡¿QUÉ DEMONIOS?!

Dio miró alrededor, la habitación era un completo desastre. SuperFrisk y UltraChara estaban allí, derrotadas, inconscientes, podía ver la kryptonita y el destrozo, no había esperanza de arreglar nada de eso.

Dio: ¡Tienes que estar BROMEANDO…! ¡Esto es jodidamente ridículo!

Dio miró el desastre mientras se sentaba en su escritorio frustrada. Esto era tan injusto… Estos dos super-tontos le hicieron perder el tiempo y simplemente destrozaron todo…

Dio: ¿Puede- sabes qué? No voy a decir esto más, es un maldito gafe…

Justo cuando estaba a punto de rendirse y simplemente llamar a alguien, vio movimiento mientras veía a UltraChara moverse, inclinando la cabeza a un lado para dejar caer la kryptonita e intentar arrastrarse cuando notó a Dio.

UC: ugh… Dio… D-Dame una mano aquí… ¿quieres?

Dio la miró con una cara fría… ¿estos idiotas le costaron unas vacaciones? ¿Y ahora querían su ayuda…?

Dio lentamente se inclinó hacia UltraChara…

UC: G-Gracias… Yo-¡UGK!

UltraChara quedó atónita cuando Dio tomó la kryptonita y la presionó contra su cabeza mientras perdía el conocimiento y caía de nuevo.

Dio: Oh, no te preocupes… ¡Tengo un plan para ustedes dos…!

Se sentó mientras las miraba, haciendo una llamada mientras planeaba…

Dio: ¿Hola? Sí, tengo algo de interés para ti… solo echa un vistazo y te haré una oferta…

(Continuará)

[shadowhatesfun]

Dio's Club

(Nothing in this story is cannon or meant to be 100% serious at all, just something I added for the hell of it.)

SuperFrisk and UltraChara had seen quite a few things in their time as a team, but a call from their most menacing threat? That’s a new one…

UC: You have to be fucking kidding me.

SF: We’ve got to see what the problem is Chara.

UC: Are you…(sighs) look…Frisk, I know your hear is in the right place….but he’s not gonna sleep with you.

SF: (blushes) S-shut up! T-This is just…It’s about our duty and responsibility, we help people, even him.

UC: Helping people is one thing…helping Sans is another. But suure…let’s go visit your evil boyfriend then.

SF: He’s not my boyfriend!

The determined duo flew off to SansCorp, hovering out of Sans’s office window.

Sans: You are aware I have a door correct?

SF: Just open the window Sans.

Sans: Do you have a problem with my secretary? I can replace her you know…

UC: Can we just leave him? He’s not taking this seriously!

Sans: Heh…Aura farmers.

UC: GET OFF THE INTERNET SANS!!!

He eventually opened the window and let them in as he took a seat.

Sans: This is her office. I’m looking for a missing cartoonist of mine, her name’s Dio.

SF: Dio? You mean the one for your magazine and online?

UC: OH! She draws the comics right? I love her stuff! It’s fantastic!

Sans: She’s gone missing.

Ultra Chara stopped her sentence and excitement as she turned to SuperFrisk

UC: Frisk we’ve got to help him.

SuperFrisk gave Chara a cold look before yelling at her

SF: YOU SOLD OUT BECAUSE SHE MAKES YOUR COMICS?!?

As they calmed, refocused and looked at Sans he sighed as he walked.

Sans: We can’t seem to locate her. I worry she’s in terrible danger. Someone like her doesn’t often miss. It’s important you bring her back as soon as possible. She’s very important to me and this company.

The two of them nodded  as they took off, hovering just outside the window as he looked at them.

SF: Don’t worry about it Sans! We’ll bring her home safely!

UC: Yeah! It’ll be easy! Just get ready to praise us when we’re done. I need my next issue!

As the two took off, the secretary closed the window as Sans turned and took a seat.

Secretary: Wow sir…I had no idea you valued her so highly!

Sans:...*snort* you kidding me? Heh, she’s got the most tardy and absent slips in the company She’s just necessary for my current plans today. I’m pretty sure her editor calls it…”Dio Time”?...because you know, she’s wildly inconsistent and Distracted? ADHD I think?

Sans stood up as he walked out of the office with a smile.

Sans: But just for today, she’ll get me the 3 for 1 special!....hehehe….

SuperFrisk and UltraChara flew around but no luck at any of their usual places for information.

SF: Nothing…alright, let’s split up then, if we dash around we’ll eventually find something…right?

UC: *shrugs* not a bad idea…better than anything i’ve got, let’s do it.

The two took off in a dash, UltraChara stopping in a few seconds after she finished.

UC: Damn! Nothing… *using her communicator* Frisk! Any luck?

There’s a silence as she hears nothing before SuperFrisk responds in a quiet embarrassed voice.

SF: I think I found her…

UltraChara, confused, just took off after her to see what happened.

When she arrived, SuperFrisk was just quiet, looking down dumbfounded.

UC: Frisk? Where’s she at? Where’s Dio?

SF was looking down at the ground as she pointed at the building, when UltraChara looked, there it was.

UC: Y-You’ve got to be kidding me…

It was a club. A very…clearly themed club around.

UC: Lyney? What the hell…?

With a growingly frustrated and angry face, UltraChara didn’t hesitate to walk in.

Inside, the bar was full as everyone was having a good time, drinking and joking around, hanging around with the cosplaying employees, but further in, in the special VIP section, Dio sat excitedly as Lyney finally are out to center stage as he looked down at her and gave her a wink and a smile.

Lyney: Thank you darling! Only the finest for our special guest!

As he made his way down, Dio was in her special section excited as her beloved made his way to her.

Dio: Oh Lyney! I love you!

Lyney sat next to her as he put his hand on the side of her face, making her look at him.

Lyney: Oh my dear, for one of my most dedicated fans, I can only offer you one thing…

Dio: o-oh! Yes!

Dio only got more and more excited as Lyney approached, he was so close as his arms began to reach for the area just above her hips, her eyes admiring his soft features and delicate lips, the pattern on his clothes and the smell of his chest. As he began to embrace her, she closed her eyes…

Dio: Lyney…I -GHK- !

Dio hit the ground with a loud thud as she pulled on the other side of her hoodie to breathe as she was being dragged out of the building by her hoodie.

UC: (Angry) Of all the stupid…you could have been working on my next issue! But NOOO Instead you ran off to be in some damn club to be a pervert!

Dio wasn’t really listening as she kept reaching out to Lyney.

Dio:Nooo!....My glorious Lyney! Let me go! I know my rights!

As UC dragged Dio out of the club, SuperFrisk had a call as she grabbed the communicator.

Sans: Frisk…Update? How is it going?

SF: Um…w-well…we found her…in a questionable location…

Sans: Questionable loc- just tell me, where the hell was she?

Sans: *blushed and half covered her face* um…a…gentleman’s club…some guy called Lyney

Sans hung up as he slammed his head into the desk.

Sans: *embarrassed* y-you’ve got to be kidding me…what a perverted cartoonist…

As Sans regretted his choices, his secretary squeaked to the door.

Secretary: um…s-sir?

Sans: What is it?

(The secretary nervously put a piece of paper on his desk as she hid behind her clipboard)

Sans: what is…

As he read he realized this was her approved use of vacation time for today and tomorrow…She’d followed procedure…

Secretary: I-I…misplaced it and didn’t send it to attendance…I-I’m so sorry!

(As Sans’s eyes were black, she looked on nervously before he snorted and started laughing)

Secretary: S-Sir?

Sans: (Takes a moment to breathe) oh….I’m sorry, you did good…This is what I call an opportunity…

Secretary: (realized) S-Should I set it up for you..sir?

(Sans smiled as he sat in Dio’s office…)

Sans: You’re too kind Miss Secretary…hehehe….

As the three of them flew through the air, Dio had stopped fighting them but was still extremely bitter about her current situation.

Dio: This is freaking ridiculous! I called off for today and tomorrow!

UC: You wasted vacation time on THAT? You should be thanking us for getting you out. Spend you time on more useful things…Like drawing ME!

Dio: W-What the hell? D-do you read my comics?!

SF: Look miss Dio, I’m sorry for the circumstances but we were told you’d gone missing, when we return we’ll ask Sans to clear up this entire mess, It might have just been a simple mistake somewhere in the company.

Dio: *huffs* pipipi…!

As they flew her home, they dropped her off in her room, in her apartment.

SF: Your boss needs to see you so take your time and get ready while we pay him a little visit.

UC: yeah I got some words for him alright…!

UC tossed Dio her bag to her as the two got ready to take off.

SF: We’ll get to the bottom of it don’t worry Dio, you’ll get another vacation!

UC: Just find something to do at work in the meantime, maybe another-?

*SuperFrisk lightly slaps UltraChara in the back of the head*

SF: are you really that desperate for another issue of your own comic? That you’d ask her AGAIN for a 3rd time?

UC: You definitely haven’t read your comics have you? They’re really something you know!

SF: Of course not…but I might

(As they talked for a moment, Dio held her car keys as she realized…)

Dio: Wait…you flew me back here! You left-!

*As she looked up, her hair was now a wreck as the two of them took off in a gust of wind.*

Dio:...my car…damn it…

*she took a deep breath as she grabbed her clothes and just went for a shower, it looks like today was gonna be a looooong day.*

Sans was still in Dio’s office finishing some work before he hears a knock at the door.

Sans: Come in!

*SuperFrisk and UltraChara entered, shocking him*

Sans: Well how about that…you CAN use a door!

*The Duo rolled their eyes as they stood in front of his desk.

SF: Enough of the jokes Sans. We got your cartoonist back, but she wasn’t in any danger.

UC: (grins) You don’t got to tattle on anyone but c’mon…who messed up?

Sans: The secretary, but she’s already fulfilled a task I asked her for in penance, so now I must thank you two the only way I know how…

*Sans stood and moved with them at the front of the desk as he held out his hand, SuperFrisk reached out to take it but as soon as she did, Sans picked her up and flipped her into the desk behind them*

SF:....um….?

She wasn’t hurt, at all actually but was rather wide eyed and shocked, why did he do that? But before she could pull herself up, a foreboding feeling filled her, as she looked among the rubble of the desk.

Sans: oh yes I almost forgot, I have a present for you, hold onto it for me will you Frisk?

He grabbed the kryptonite shard and put it on her head.

SF: Ugh…y-you…bastard…

Even UltraChara hesitated for a moment because SuperFrisk rarely cursed before, which gave Sans a chance to attack her. Sans’s teleports kept her at bay but UltraChara avoided going near SuperFrisk and the Kryptonite on her head, but it wasn’t enough.

UltraChara managed to almost hit Sans, but instead slammed into a wall with too much forward momentum. Breaking a cabinet, she exposed another hidden Kryptonite shard in the center of the room, as they both looked at it and each other, UltraChara knew she couldn’t let Sans get his hands on it, so she grabbed the nearest thing she could with reach, a flag post with a white flag. She held it as she dived at the stone to knock it away, Sans as well to grab it, but as they reached it….

Sans: *reaches the stone first as he grabs it* ha!

UC: No!

Before UltraChara could move and get away, Sans hit her into a wall with the Kryptonite in hand, she slammed hard against it, before falling to the floor, before she could get herself up again, Sans put the shard on top of her head.

Sans: I gave Frisk my personal one but you can keep this one…!

UC:...ohhh…..

As UltraChara’s head slumped to the ground, Sans picked up the flag as he smiled to himself and put it in her hand.

Sans: You can also hold this for me Chara, I think it’s fitting don’t you?

Sans laughed as he admired his handiwork, man even after the years of being CEO he still had it….!

Dio had a long trip to work, a long walk that hurt, she was tired before she even made it to the building. What a shitty day. She already got her vacation RUINED but oh well, she’d just have to reschedule the chance to be with her beloved Lyney…and what’s worse, her attempt to reschedule ended in failure as she was BANNED for the distressing interruption they put on her, it was such bull.

Dio: Can it get fucking worse…?

As she made her way up to her office, Sans walked out of her office with a smile giving her a wave as he headed out.

Sans: Dio I’ll be heading to my office, I’ve left you some assignments I need done but I can wait a bit until you’re done cleaning the office okay?

As he left whistling, she looked at the door confused as she reached to open it, like what was he talking about? Her office was…

*WHAT THE HELL!?!*

Dio looked around, the room was a complete wreck. SuperFrisk and UltraChara were just laid out there, defeated, unconscious, she could see the kryptonite and the wreck, there wasn’t a hope in hell of fixing any of it though.

Dio: You have got to be KIDDING ME…! This is fucking ridiculous!

Dio looked over the wreck as she just sat at her desk frustratingly, This was so unfair…These two super-chumps wasted her time and just completely butchered everything…

Dio: Can this- you know what I’m not gonna fucking say this anymore, it’s a jynx…

Just as she was about to call it quits and just call someone, she saw movement as she saw UltraChara move, tipping her head to the side a bit to let the Kryptonite fall and try to drag herself away when she notices Dio.

UC: ugh…Dio…G-Give me a hand here…will you?

Dio looked down on her with a cold face…these idiots cost her a vacation? And now they wanted her help…?

Dio slowly reached down to UltraChara…

UC: T-Thank you…I-*UGK*

UltraChara was stunned as Dio had grabbed the Kryptonite and pressed it against her head as she lost consciousness and slumped down again.

Dio: Oh don’t you worry…I have a plan for the two of you…!

She sat down as  she looked at the two of them, making a call as she plotted…

Dio: Hi? Yes I do have something of interest for you…just take a look and I’ll make you an offer…

To Be Continued

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Update + SuperFrisk Table of Contents/ Actualización + Tabla de contenidos de SuperFrisk

(ENG VER)

Well this has taken me beyond a long time to do but now I've got all of them organized (more or less on here) as well as I can between the two languages. Thank you for reading these so far It's been a tough month to say the least so I appreciate it! I'm still working on the next parts and what I'm doing moving forward as I'm going to add new characters and such but try to keep at least all the main characters of the Undertale and Deltarune series in there as well, molding them to new characters that make sense is gonna be tougher as this goes on! But I'll see about dropping something soon it's a bit of a fun project so I found it funny, maybe you will too! thank you so much and please, have a good one. I've been powering through the night on Starbursts and Insomnia so I might call it for now, thank you!

In Order:

1.Super Frisk Origins

2.SuperFrisk: The Meaning of Hope

3. SuperFrisk: The Promise of Tommorow

4. SuperFrisk: The Bat in the Belfry

5. Why do we fall?

6. SuperFrisk vs Batchara #3

7. SuperFrisk: Hope has Fallen

8. SuperFrisk: Sins of the Father

9. SuperFrisk: The New Hope

Character Descriptions #1

Dio's Club

SuperFrisk: Breaking Limits

Up Next: -SuperFrisk: The King of Nightmares

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Bueno, esto me ha llevado más de mucho tiempo hacerlo, pero ahora los tengo todos organizados (más o menos aquí) lo mejor que puedo entre los dos idiomas. Gracias por leer esto hasta ahora. ¡Ha sido un mes difícil por decir lo menos, así que lo aprecio! Todavía estoy trabajando en las siguientes partes y en lo que haré en el futuro, ya que agregaré nuevos personajes y demás, pero trataré de mantener al menos a todos los personajes principales de las series Undertale y Deltarune allí también, ¡moldearlos para nuevos personajes que tengan sentido será más difícil a medida que esto continúe! Pero pronto veré si puedo lanzar algo, es un proyecto un poco divertido, así que lo encontré divertido, ¡tal vez tú también lo hagas! Muchas gracias y por favor que lo pases bien. He estado trabajando toda la noche en Starbursts e Insomnia, así que podría llamarlo por ahora, ¡gracias!

En orden:

1. Orígenes de Super Frisk

2. SuperFrisk: El significado de la esperanza

3. SuperFrisk: La promesa de mañana

4. SuperFrisk: El murciélago en el campanario

5. ¿Por qué caemos?

6. SuperFrisk vs Batchara #3

7. SuperFrisk: La esperanza ha caído

8. SuperFrisk: Pecados del Padre

9. SuperFrisk: La nueva esperanza

Descripciones de personajes #1

El Club De Dio

SuperFrisk: Rompiendo Limites

A continuación:

-SuperFrisk: El rey de las pesadillas

[shadowhatesfun]

SuperFrisk: Sins of the Father

The birds were singing, and the flowers were blooming as Sans stood in the sunlight, gazing at the horizon.

"Would the bride please step up to the podium?"

Sans watched as the girl in the wedding dress, covered by her white veil, walked down the aisle and stood before him. Sans didn’t need X-ray vision to see Frisk’s smile beneath the veil—his soon-to-be wife, radiant on their special day, just as perfect as they’d always hoped it would be.

Frisk: "Sans..."

He looked at her with a smile, knowing in his heart the words that would come next. He’d been thinking about them for a long time, ever since he gave her the ring and proposed.

"Do you, Sans, promise to cherish and hold her, until death do you part?"

Sans: "I do."

Sans looked at his bride with joy as the bells rang. Glancing at the other chairs, he saw his family—his brother Papyrus, his father, his friends...

Frisk: "I just need to know one more thing... Sans? Will you keep me alive until death do us part?"

Sans froze, confused, turning to look at her, puzzled by why she’d say such a thing. As he lifted her veil to ask what was wrong, he stepped back in horror.

Frisk: "Sans... It was you..."

Frisk’s face was decayed, green and sickly with a stench only a corpse could carry. Her dress was now black, as if it belonged in a morgue... her abdomen stained red with a poisoned green hole where the kryptonite had struck her... where she had been killed.

Frisk: "Sans... YOU KILLED ME. WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE ME?"

Sans: "F-Frisk..."

As Sans looked around, the people there were now corpses too, ghosts of his past sins, his failures, his regrets... Why couldn’t he have saved them? Why couldn’t he have saved them?

WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE US?

.

.

.

Sans: "AH!"

Sans woke up in a cold sweat, still on the couch where he’d been lying for what felt like years. He hadn’t left his house since Frisk passed... He clung to the cape wrapped around him... He’d been sleeping with it for days. He hated it, but he couldn’t part with it. It meant so much to Frisk—she loved helping people, and the cape and symbol meant something to her, so they meant something to him. Sans remembered all the times he’d had with her, and it was comforting.

Sans was a ghost in his own home. He hadn’t gone to work, hadn’t been anywhere—he was just dead inside. Losing Frisk was the final straw; he’d lost the determination to keep going. He was broken.

The only thing he fought for was what he’d spent the last few weeks doing—desperately trying to bring her back. He wanted so badly to help with the reset work, but he’d made a promise, and he wouldn’t break his promise to Frisk. He was better than that. Otherwise, finding Frisk’s body or soul would be impossible since he didn’t know where she was or where they’d moved her. He was devastated when she died, so he did nothing. He was so depressed that he gave in to dark habits—smoking, drinking, wanting to make things a little worse. Sans went to the basement after his latest failure, searching for the most expensive, hardest liquor he had. But while looking, he found something far worse. He dragged it upstairs and dropped it on the table, the symbol making it clear: A Gaster Box. He hadn’t seen one in years. This one was sealed, addressed to him—a way for Sans to reach Gaster directly... Everything about it angered him. He had no desire to reunite with Gaster, but... times were different now. He was a desperate man, and only one person had ever found a way to cheat death... That was Gaster. He had no choice. If he didn’t bring Frisk back... he couldn’t imagine it. If Frisk wasn’t by his side, was life worth living?

Sans got to work, assembling the device. He set up the door in the basement. It took days and nights, but when it was done, it was perfect. The door was accessible. He didn’t want to do it, but he had no other choice. Opening the door, he stepped inside.

Sans was now surrounded by the crushing void of nothingness, completely black, with only the gray and muted colors of the Gaster Plane. It was his home. Sans took a deep breath as he approached, seeing Gaster on the porch, waiting in his chair, gesturing for Sans to sit beside him. There was a moment of hesitation before Sans complied, looking at him as Gaster spoke.

Gaster: "Sans... It’s been too long. How are you, my son?"

Sans: "Shut up! You gave up the right to call me that years ago!"

Gaster: "Unfortunately, that’s not possible, and you know it. But enough of that. I heard you met someone... the human, is that right?"

Sans: "Don’t talk about her."

Gaster smiled and chuckled. If Sans weren’t so tense, it might’ve seemed like a long-lost family reunion as Gaster looked at him almost fondly.

Gaster: "Oh, are we touchy? It’s alright... I remember how it was when I met her..."

Sans stayed silent, refusing to say a word about anything involving his mother. It was too heavy a burden for even him to bear; his heart couldn’t take it. It was a past he’d left buried.

Sans: "You know what—"

Gaster: "I know. She’s gone, isn’t she? I know you’d never see me unless you were desperate, and this girl seems to be the one for you. I know it’s a hard lesson to bear, but nature has its consequences, and if you don’t—"

Sans: "I wasn’t asking. Stop talking, old man, and tell me what you want."

The moment Sans said that, it was as if the shadows returned to Gaster. His friendly smile twisted for a moment—was it the truth revealing itself or the darkness consuming him? Sans couldn’t tell.

Gaster: "Heh... now we’re getting serious. I already have the solution you’re looking for, but for a request like this... It’s not money or some foolish trick I want from you, kid."

Sans: "Then what is it?"

Gaster: "I want you to come back and be my assistant again. And I want to take what you took from me—the most valuable thing in your life. I want her. I’ll bring her back, but you’ll never remember her embrace, her love. She’ll be alive again, but your memories with her will be erased. No one will ever know of Sans the skeleton and Frisk Dreemurr."

Sans looked at him with disgust, standing and shouting, enraged.

Sans: "You filthy old man! No way I’d ever do that! You can stay in this dark hell if that’s what pleases you!"

But as Sans turned, he wasn’t quick enough, and Gaster responded.

Gaster: "But is it really so bad? You said you loved the girl, didn’t you? Wouldn’t you want her back in the world? Isn’t that what you want—to know she’d be happy, even with another man? Don’t you love her?"

Sans turned, unsure what he wanted to do to Gaster for saying that, but he froze as Gaster slowly approached, extending a hand—a dark hand, one that had caused death, destruction, misery, but one that had created so much for the people it helped...

Gaster: "It’s your moment, Sans... How much is her life worth to you? Did you really care about her, or only when she was with you?"

There are decisions to make, Sans. And only you can decide what you believe.

Sans took a deep breath as he looked at Gaster, the darkness enveloping them as he made his choice.

THE GASTER ZONE WILL SHARE NO MORE OF THE LIGHT WITH YOU.

Coming soon, SuperFrisk: A New Hope

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SuperFrisk: Hope Has Fallen

The office was usually bustling, but it had been cleared out for a meeting of utmost importance. The SFA (Special Forces Association) was a branch of the U.S. government dedicated to closely monitoring all things... supernatural that had been cropping up lately. Typically, it was more of a dormant, understaffed division, but recent events had prompted the head of the association to call a meeting. The Director of the SFA had been stuck behind a desk for years; the position didn’t hold much sway in government circles because nothing ever happened to warrant involvement, rendering the role obsolete... except in times like these, because suddenly there was something for him to address. SuperFrisk had given him that opportunity...

"Sir... I don’t think any of this is necessary... The Bat has been taken to the hospital; we’re not sure why such a fight broke out, but that doesn’t mean it needs further investigation. I mean, after all, it was just a bad photo of SuperFrisk..."

The Director sat at the head of the table, holding only a printed image. It was SuperFrisk, seemingly walking on air, an evil smile on her face, blood on her clothes and hands... the kind of image that would make anyone assume she was some sort of supervillain.

Director: "I understand this may not be what it seems, but... I can’t let moments like this slide, can I? After all, SuperFrisk alone draws more attention and interest than any other topic in the country. It’s not right... It won’t exactly hurt to prepare. I mean, after all, Bats said it best, didn’t she? She always warned us to be ready for every scenario. Now, who knows how bad things are for her right now? It’s gained some traction that she... well, she might be a far greater threat than we previously assumed. If I were the director of the team that took down such a massive threat... it’d be a rocket straight to the top! Promotions, my name in the history books...!"

The entire table began discussing the possibilities. After all, they had every reason to enact such a plan. It wouldn’t take long to double down on resource allocation to take her down; they had everything in place, just needing to scale it up a bit. It would be sudden, but with a little more time to prepare, there’d be plenty of opportunities to strike.

Director: "You see, ladies and gentlemen, sometimes we get moments, opportunities in life we simply have to seize. I think it’s about time we took a stand. We’ve let this girl have her fun playing hero, but now things are getting volatile. How long do we stand by, risking her going rogue? What if we end up like what happened to The Bat? I don’t think it’s an overstatement to say she’d kill us all! Do you want that threat hanging over your heads? Think it over and reconvene at midnight. Time is of the essence, and I’m sure you’ll agree..."

As he stood and left, the people around the table grew restless, flashes of what they’d seen replaying in their minds, the thought of SuperFrisk going rogue leaving just a sliver of doubt. Was it really possible? The night would go on as they sat with their thoughts.

Sans was often invited to some of the city’s most important meetings. It was one of the many perks of being the head of the city’s largest company, controlling much of the economy. He got to know everything, an unofficial shadow of the government. But this meeting was unlike any other, as he sat and saw someone he’d never met before.

Director: "Gentlemen! Thank you for your time! I’m the Director of the SFA, and recently, as we all know, there have been some... issues involving the city’s beloved SuperFrisk and The Bat. Though we don’t know where either of them is right now, the damage is significant, and we have images and evidence of what SuperFrisk was responsible for... So, we’ve decided that at the very least, she needs to be questioned. We’re sending out teams to find her and get answers. Force will be used if necessary, but I’m not planning to declare all-out war just yet."

The moment was tense; Sans felt like he couldn’t breathe. Hunt down Frisk? He looked at the photographs and felt sick. It didn’t take long for him to excuse himself, rushing to find Frisk. He had to warn her.

“Frisk!”

Sans slammed his front door as he ran inside, searching. Where was she? Reaching the living room, he noticed the window was open. Following wet footprints, he saw blood, which terrified him. Opening the bedroom door, there she was, sitting against the wall in the dark, blood somewhat dried but still fresh, with smudges. Had she been crying?

Sans: “Frisk!”

SuperFrisk said nothing, her eyes bloodshot, tears evident.

SuperFrisk: “Sans... I’m so sorry...”

Sans didn’t say a word, just held her in his arms. No matter what was happening or what she’d done, he’d always be by her side.

Sans: “Frisk, it’s okay... just... look, I know something else happened out there. Did Chara do something? Tell me everything, please...”

SuperFrisk: “It was my fault... I didn’t hold back... please... just tell me she’s okay?”

Sans took a deep breath and looked to the sky for patience that wasn’t there.

Sans: “They—They don’t know... It’s been a couple of hours, and they haven’t found anything. But I think the Director knows.”

SuperFrisk: “Director... okay, I’ll find him. I know he has answers.”

SuperFrisk nodded, not hesitating as she kissed Sans before speeding off in a blur. Sans tried to call after her, but she was already gone. He couldn’t stop her; all he could do was stand there, hoping she’d be okay. But this time, he wasn’t sure—she wasn’t the same as before.

The Director was sitting in the conference room, sipping coffee, when a gust of wind scattered his papers. Looking up, there she was—SuperFrisk. He’d learned to mask his expressions years ago, but even he needed a moment to collect his thoughts before taking a deep breath and speaking.

Director: “SuperFrisk... It’s an honor to meet you. Care for a drink?”

SuperFrisk: “No, thanks, but could you remind me who you are? I’m not familiar with you.”

The Director nodded, standing and pacing a bit, maintaining his composure.

Director: “I’m the head of the SFA. We’ve never met because I’ve had no reason to make myself known to you, but... recent events have changed that. I need a statement from you.”

SuperFrisk nodded. It made sense—she was well aware of what had happened, and anyone with authority would want to know what went down.

SuperFrisk: “It’s, uh... It was a fight that went too far, but it’ll be resolved. I just need to find her.”

Director: “You mean Chara, right? I can’t say for sure, but I’d guess she was taken to someone close to her, maybe her hideout. But that’s not the concern. The issue is that the images look terribly bad for you. It’s caused some... concerns.”

SuperFrisk: “I know. And you have every right to handle this like you would with anyone, but I can’t leave her alone. I need to see her, and then I can come back and offer an apology to the public...”

SuperFrisk froze mid-sentence, turning. Something wasn’t right. How...?

SuperFrisk: “You said Chara. How do you know her? She only goes by The Bat. Hardly anyone ever sees her...!”

The Director smiled, taking another sip of his coffee.

Director: “I’ve had the pleasure of knowing her for quite some time, SuperFrisk. I know you’re much more open about your identity, but she isn’t. I don’t mind that, and I’ve kept all shared information confidential, but she’s been very helpful regarding you. You see, she was always worried that one day you might turn, intentionally or not, and harm us. Without preparations in place, we’d stand no chance, and humanity would be doomed. So we took the time to make contingency plans for everyone who wears a cape and symbol, even her. She was a very willing participant.”

Frisk wasn’t exactly shocked—it wasn’t unfair of her to do so, and it was a valid fear—but she didn’t like it regardless.

SuperFrisk: “While I can understand that, I don’t see how it’s relevant.”

Director: “Well, let me put it this way. The nation has seen what can be done. They’re showing conflicting signals, showing fear—something that might never have happened before, but now? It’s growing. You’ve stopped being cute and decided to show your true colors. What happens if you get angry at some innocent civilian? Who’s going to stop you? That fear is taking hold of this city and the United States as a whole.”

SuperFrisk turned to him, frustrated.

SuperFrisk: “I would never do that!”

Director: “Oh? What about poor Chara, then? Doesn’t that count? Unless you can prove to me it was done with good intentions, it looks terrible, but that doesn’t matter anymore. I’m not looking to investigate the matter. I’m looking to capitalize.”

SuperFrisk: “Capitalize? How can you gain anything from this mess? There’s nothing to gain except maybe goodwill by being open with everyone!”

Director: “All those different types of vision, and you can’t see the truth? America is afraid. They doubt you and don’t know who you really are—the girl from the interviews or the blood-covered monster in those pictures. Frankly, I don’t care much anymore. I want a moment in my legacy so iconic it could propel me to the presidency. The only way to get that is by taking you in. So here’s the deal: I want you to turn yourself in. We do this the easy way, I get my press, and you give up the cape. The world has seen and admired you for a long time, but now it’s over. If you don’t comply, you’ll be an enemy of the state. And this is a fight we’re prepared to have.”

SuperFrisk looked at herself in silence. All she’d have to do was let this go, and it would be over. It wouldn’t be hard to live a peaceful life now, to give up this job and spend her life with Sans... maybe at her mom’s old house? It was pretty isolated, and she always loved it...

But...

SuperFrisk: “No way. I have work to do, Director. I’m not a prize you can just cash in. Let me do my job, and you can keep yours.”

She flew out the window. She’d gotten what she needed from his papers anyway and now knew where to look. The Director just smiled—she’d made this all too easy for him. Reaching for the landline, he dialed a number he hadn’t used in years.

Director: “Call 8177. SuperFrisk is now Public Enemy #1. Bring her in, dead or alive. She wants me to do my job? Then let’s do it.”

The rain was torrential when she arrived, landing on the steps of Chara’s house. Chara had made a fortune selling stories from the underground and her own tale, all considered somewhat fictional but otherwise a compelling story that earned her a lot of money, which she used to expand her operations. There was no time for pleasantries as SuperFrisk sped through and entered the cave via the cliffside waterfall. Floating over the place was impressive—few had the honor of being here—but this was different. Landing on one of the elevated platforms for her vehicles, she looked down at the main floor, next to The Bat’s computer. She saw it: the wrappings, bandages, traces of spilled blood. It sickened her.

SuperFrisk: “Chara... Where are you...?”

She flew through the place until she reached the infirmary. On the medical bed in the center, Chara lay deathly still, stitched and bandaged but bloodied and broken. They’d tried everything, but no one knew if her body could recover. This... was a lot. Bones broken and reset, home surgery to fix organs that had been punctured or shattered. It was brutal, and though she’d survived for now... she’d lost so much blood. It was too much for any human. Even getting to this point was incredibly impressive, but her blood type didn’t exist—it had mutated from her time underground and all the magic. Normal human blood wouldn’t work properly.

Alphys: “I did the best I could, but the rest is up to her.”

SuperFrisk turned, feeling faint when she saw her.

SuperFrisk: “Alphys... I know, you’ve done all you could.”

Alphys walked closer, her face sad, placing a hand on Frisk’s shoulder.

Alphys: “I don’t think she’s going to make it, Frisk... It’s just too much blood... She’d already lost so much fighting you... It’s too much for even her to handle.”

SuperFrisk looked at Chara. All her fears... they weren’t unfounded, and now... she was dying fighting for those beliefs. And it was all her fault.

SuperFrisk: “I did this, you know, Alphys... I was so angry... I just wanted, for once, not to hold back anymore, but I ended up proving Mom was right...”

Alphys didn’t say anything at first—she already knew—but took a deep breath and patted Frisk’s back.

Alphys: “How did you prove Toriel was right?”

SuperFrisk: “She always told me if I lost my temper or showed off and hurt someone, I’d never forgive myself. She was right. It wasn’t worth it... I should’ve done something else.”

As they stood in silence, an idea struck her. A horrible idea, but it might work... She rushed around the room, finding a blood bag and a needle.

SuperFrisk: “Alphys! Where’s the red sun generator? Anything! Even a piece of kryptonite!”

Still shocked by her shouting, Alphys didn’t respond, but when Frisk used her X-ray vision, she found a blank spot in the cabinets. Breaking it open, she found what she needed. Wincing as the green glow hit her face, she grabbed a piece of kryptonite, grimacing and staggering but rubbing it against her arm. After a few seconds, she dropped the stone and case, looking at Alphys.

SuperFrisk: “That—That needle... try sticking it in now...”

Alphys didn’t understand but complied, pushing the needle in. It was tough, but her skin was weakened enough to pierce.

Alphys: “It’s... It’s in.”

SuperFrisk: “Good... N-Now give her my blood... W-We shared a body for so long... I-It’ll work...”

Alphys realized the idea and nodded. It was a crazy plan, but with everything possible, it couldn’t end worse than it was already going. She hooked it up, and as the blood dripped into Chara, nothing happened at first. Then, her eyes snapped open, she sat up, and a horrific scream tore from her, as if she were being electrocuted. Then she crashed back onto the bed, the heart monitor flatlining. Alphys covered her mouth in fear, but SuperFrisk just smiled weakly.

SuperFrisk: “G-Give it a minute... she’ll come back... trust me...”

Alphys helped her up as she stumbled, closing the kryptonite case to avoid making things worse.

Alphys: “You’re okay, just hold on, lean on me for a bit...”

SuperFrisk shrugged, standing firm.

SuperFrisk: “I can’t relax yet... I need to fill the bag, speed this up... I can take it. Hurry... before I recover and the needle gets stuck...”

Alphys nodded, using a booster to speed up the blood draw, filling the bag and removing the needle. It was tough, but once done, the wound closed almost instantly.

SuperFrisk: “Heh... there... let her rest... It looks bad, but trust me... She’ll handle it... all of it...”

SuperFrisk closed her eyes, listening outside, then snapped them open, taking a deep breath as she stood shakily.

SuperFrisk: “Thanks, Alphys... for everything... I have to go... take care of her for me... she’ll need you.”

SuperFrisk flew out of the building. Alphys wanted to call after her, but she was gone. It wasn’t safe—she’d just lost so much blood, she needed rest too! But if anyone could handle it... it’d be her, right?

SuperFrisk wobbled as she flew, exhausted, desperate to rest, but she couldn’t stay. They were tracking her now. She couldn’t let them find Chara... it would put even more people she cared about in danger. As she soared over the city, she heard them—soldiers in suits modified from Chara’s Anti-Super Suit design, better armed to prevent overloading. She could just leave, but she saw them harassing civilians, threatening them. Dropping into an alley, she rose from the rain and mud, utterly drained... she hadn’t recovered from the blood loss. Normally, she’d be fine in an hour, but she didn’t have an hour. She had a job to do, even if she couldn’t. She’d just have to push through.

As the Director walked with his men, they dragged Sans from his home. He wasn’t hurt, as he couldn’t take hits, but he’d clearly been roughed up as much as possible.

Director: “Ah...! Sans... I know you’re responsible for this... Tell me where she is, or I’ll punish you with the full weight of the law!”

Sans coughed as soldiers held him back, dragging him to the Director.

Sans: “Heh... you call this legal? Whatever helps you sleep, pal...”

As the Director was about to strike him and the soldiers grew more violent with civilians, a voice rang out from the crowd.

“Stop!”

Everyone turned as SuperFrisk descended from the clouds, landing and looking at the chaos they’d caused.

SuperFrisk: “Stop this. I’m the one you want, not them. Just don’t hurt anyone else...”

As the soldiers stopped targeting civilians, the Director released Sans, tossing him aside as they all focused on her.

Director: “Ah! SuperFrisk! You made it! As you can see, I’ve spared no expense preparing for you...! You can make this much easier and just raise your hands...!”

As the soldiers aimed their weapons, she sighed, a small smile forming as she slowly raised her arms—then waved, the gust of wind and rain knocking them all down.

SuperFrisk: “You’ve been hurting too many people! I can’t let you do that! So I’m putting an end to it right here! You’re trying to deceive these people and gain more power! You’re too dangerous, and I won’t leave them in the hands of impostors like you!”

Using her super speed and abilities, she dodged shots and avoided as much kryptonite radiation as she could, taking some hits but pressing on, taking them down one by one. But no matter how many she defeated, her powers were fading. With so much kryptonite and red sun radiation, she could only keep going for so long...

Director: “You’ve been at this for half an hour! Give up!”

SuperFrisk: “I’ll never stop fighting... to save them... I’ll give them everything I’ve got...!”

She tried using her heat vision, but it was weak, barely connecting. She was using everything she had, fighting until she had nothing left...

SuperFrisk: “Do you know why you’ll lose here?”

The Director was nervous. She’d taken them all down... his entire army, designed to defeat her, brought down by her alone...

Director: “Grr... How...? How?”

SuperFrisk smiled softly as she looked at him.

SuperFrisk: “I fight for a purpose. You fight for yourself. I’ll always have more power than you.”

As she turned away, she flew to Sans.

SuperFrisk: “Sans!”

Sans: “SuperFrisk! You were incredible! You saved us...!”

SuperFrisk: “Yeah... Th—”

BANG.

She fell, collapsing onto the street. Sans screamed but couldn’t hear anything. The Director held a gun in his hand, a special concealed weapon designed just for her.

Director: “How’s that...?! I guess I win...! Hahaha! You’re done!”

As the Director laughed, Sans knelt over her, looking at her wound. It glowed green and red, like a burn...

Sans: “What is it...?”

SuperFrisk: “It’s... P-Poison... It’s killing me from the inside... M-My cells... they’re frying them...”

Sans looked through tears. It was flooding her cells with red sun radiation and breaking her invulnerability with kryptonite. She couldn’t recover.

Sans: “Frisk, please... Y-You can... maybe I can... I can’t lose you like this!”

SuperFrisk: “I’m sorry, Sans... I-It was the only way...”

Sans: “What are you talking about? Please, Frisk, don’t leave me. There’s something... there has to be!”

SuperFrisk shook her head as she let Sans hold her, making her final moments comfortable as she looked at him.

SuperFrisk: “Sans, please... stay with me... I-It hurts... I just... I just want to be with you...”

He said nothing, shielding her from the rain as best he could. Nothing else mattered but the two of them.

Sans: “This wasn’t supposed to end like this...”

SuperFrisk: “It was. I gave them my best... I... I gave you my best, Sans... I’ve got nothing left... except one more thing...”

As he looked at her, SuperFrisk used the last of her strength to pull him close and give him one final kiss, as magical as any they’d shared before. Kissing her made Sans forget everything that could be wrong in the world—it always felt better...

Sans: “F-Frisk...”

As he looked, she was limp, her eyes closed with just a small smile. She wasn’t breathing.

Sans held her body and wept, sobbing into her chest, pleading.

But no matter how much he wished, how determined he was, in that moment, he couldn’t save her. The worst had come to pass. And as the Director laughed and the rain poured, the truth couldn’t be ignored: determination couldn’t save her this time.

Hope has fallen.

The next story will come soon.

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Origen de SuperFrisk

Frisk no recordaba cómo llegó allí, pero se había caído por un agujero que la llevó al metro. Viajando y emprendiendo su aventura, liberó a los monstruos, resolvió los acertijos y exploró a través del misterio. Solo ocasionalmente tuvo signos de potencialmente más poder del que pensaba que tenía, luchando contra monstruos contra los que no debería haber tenido ninguna oportunidad pero nunca cediendo a la oscuridad, al mal… al LOVE…

Cuando los monstruos fueron liberados y todos juntos pudieron ver ese sol, lo admiraron, todos sus nuevos amigos vieron la libertad y la vida que siempre quisieron por delante… Frisk por otro lado se sintió… diferente, extraña… viendo cosas que nunca había visto antes, su alma transformándose y transformándose cuando el sol golpeó su mente, cuerpo y alma. Las preguntas sobre sí misma inundaron sus visiones pasadas que no podía recordar antes de entrar en su mente dejándola confundida… perdida… sola. Así que… ella se fue. Desapareció durante algunos años cuando el grupo se separó. Durante este tiempo, Frisk aprendió sobre sus poderes, creció, desde esa joven con una enorme responsabilidad sobre sus hombros hasta una mujer. Una vez que se acostumbró lo suficiente y pudo controlarlos, tuvo una opción. Ella podría conservar sus poderes y reiniciarse. O…ella podría aceptar eso como su pasado y seguir adelante con quién es. Lo que ella puede hacer y convertirse en otra cosa. Frisk tomó una decisión al aceptar sus poderes, aceptando que era especial pero eligiendo no hacer nada. Más tarde regresó a la ciudad que había abandonado hacía tanto tiempo para vivir una vida normal. Frisk había pasado esos primeros días creciendo con Toriel en el campo, pero ahora vivía en la ciudad, en su propio apartamento para hacerse un nombre.

Ella aceptó el trabajo de embajadora, pero ¿siendo honesta? Era un puesto inútil que se ofrecía principalmente para lucir bien. La trataron más que nada como una secretaria extra, aunque aprovechó la oportunidad para ponerse al día y ver qué había sido de sus viejos amigos. En particular, Sans & Papyrus. Sans había utilizado su inteligencia para ocupar un alto puesto en otra empresa como jefe de investigación y desarrollo. Papyrus, por otro lado, todavía quería proteger a la gente, por lo que comenzó a vagar por las calles como el Comandante Esqueleto, defendiendo la verdad y la justicia mientras luchaba y detenía pequeños crímenes y ayudaba a los civiles. Sans hizo todo lo posible para que Papy fuera un traje adecuado para que encajara en el papel y estuviera protegido de cualquier ataque que cualquier humano pudiera tener contra él de manera realista. Para eso Sans diseñó el traje ante todo. Especialmente con los poderes de Papy no era un riesgo demasiado grande. Al menos hasta que…Llegó el hombre de negro.

Nadie conocía su rostro ni por qué hacía esto, pero era demasiado fuerte. Volando causando una destrucción masiva a la ciudad, ciudadanos sufriendo y muriendo, hasta que vio a Frisk, que acababa de salir del trabajo. El hombre de negro corrió hacia ella y le dio un puñetazo para acabar con ella. Sin embargo, Frisk permaneció congelada, atrapada por miedo… más precisamente, indecisa y temerosa de usar sus poderes.

Pero el comandante esqueleto no lo sabía. Todo lo que sabía era que su amiga estaba en peligro, eso fue suficiente para él ya que saltó frente a ella y recibió el golpe. El traje no podría protegerlo de otro golpe, pero Papyrus no pensó en ello. Al darle una advertencia al hombre de negro, el hombre lo encontró ridículo mientras se alineaba y se lanzaba nuevamente para otro súper golpe, pero cuando asestó un golpe fatal, Papyrus lo tuvo lo suficientemente cerca como para usar su ataque final. Algo que Frisk no vio bien, pero cuando miró y el humo se disipó, el hombre de negro había desaparecido, pero Papyrus estaba en el suelo, feliz de haber salvado a su amigo pero muriendo. Frisk, entre lágrimas, le aseguró que ella estaba a salvo, que él la había salvado. Papy se alegró de saber que era un héroe, un soldado hasta el final, con un último suspiro que transmitió, siendo la armadura y el traje del Comandante Esqueleto todo lo que quedaba.

Sans estaba devastada, Él y Frisk se reconectaron durante este tiempo y Frisk estaba enojada, enojada consigo misma, ella en su cobardía dejó que esto sucediera, ella había tratado de ignorar esta responsabilidad, simplemente no tener que usar sus poderes pero le costó, ¿ahora? Ella tenía que actuar, hacer lo correcto. Frisk le pidió ayuda a Sans. Sans dudó al principio, pero ¿por la memoria de su hermano? Él lo haría. Creando la primera versión de su disfraz, simbolizando su nueva alma en su pecho, cuando nació Super Frisk.

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SuperFrisk vs Batchara #3 (English)

SuperFrisk was trembling and unsteady as Batchara activated the kryptonite suit, weakening her. It didn’t help that she barely had time to recover from the trickless robot—it had drained her considerably, but this attack hurt her more emotionally.

SuperFrisk: Batchara… W-Why? Why would you do this to me?

BatChara: Because, SuperFrisk… You’re dangerous! I won’t hold back to protect us from that threat!

Batchara steeled herself as she charged at SuperFrisk, beginning the beatdown without hesitation. Her cold, metallic-alloy-covered hands struck SuperFrisk’s face repeatedly. If SuperFrisk could see Batchara’s face, she’d see tears streaming down as raw emotion, not vengeance or anger, fueled her blows.

Batchara: I thought you cared about people! About the mission! That you were my ally! My friend! But to think you’d be in bed with that CRIMINAL?!

When Batchara hit SuperFrisk so hard that she was knocked back three feet before hitting the ground, she didn’t even breathe as she walked over, grabbed the hair on top of her head, and dragged her through the air. Using the tools the suit offered, Batchara opened her hand, and a beam of kryptonite light shone in Frisk’s face from her palm. She lifted her into the sky and slammed her down onto her knee, the sound of her spine cracking echoing in her ears as SuperFrisk crashed to the ground with a dull thud. The weather had begun to worsen, with the sounds of lightning in the distance and the wind growing more violent, causing Batchara’s cape to whip wildly.

SuperFrisk: B-Batchara… p-please… (coughs)… stop…

SuperFrisk was trying to crawl away from the fight, but she still didn’t want to fight her. The blow to her spine left her practically immobile, so even with SuperFrisk doing her best, she wasn’t going anywhere.

Batchara: I thought you were a hero, someone who wanted the best for her city… but now I’m not so sure… Frisk, harboring a criminal is a crime. I’ll lock you up, and then I’ll make sure to find the right ways to take down Sans myself.

SuperFrisk: Batchara… C-Chara… please… We’re family… I… I don’t want this…!

Batchara lifted her and held her by the neck over the edge of the building. In that tense moment, as Chara hesitated, the mask over her face opened, revealing tears on her face… she didn’t want this… but as she looked at Frisk, she steeled herself, and the mask closed to face her duty.

Batchara: That man is responsible for so many crimes… If you hadn’t saved him, that bastard would be complicit in hundreds of deaths and murders! He must be stopped and held accountable! As will you.

Batchara aimed her grapple at the top of Sans Corp, several feet below from the other building, launching them quickly upward into the sky, above the city’s highest peak. In the air, she adjusted SuperFrisk with blows so that when they landed on the roof of the other building, Chara slammed SuperFrisk into the floor with her own weight and gravity, crushing her against the building.

As SuperFrisk lay comatose on the ground, motionless, Batchara’s suit powered down, the green glow fading from its visible energy lines. It was out of charge. She removed her mask to breathe, her emotions overwhelming her as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in and hit her.

Batchara: I’m sorry… Frisk… I love you… I really do, and this hurts… it hurts… but I can’t leave things to chance when it comes to you, so for the sake of everyone here… I’m going to turn you in…

As Batchara wiped her eyes before moving to properly secure SuperFrisk, the wind shifted, and she was blown backward as the pressure around SuperFrisk intensified.

The bruises and wounds on SuperFrisk vanished as she stood, a golden light spreading over her, warm but soft… But when she opened her eyes, the golden glow in them seemed dangerous as she turned to Batchara.

SuperFrisk: Chara. To think you’d do this to me… I don’t know what’s worse, thinking you’d try to hurt me… or that you thought it would work.

Chara scrambled for her helmet, trying to put it back on and activate the suit, but the power source was fried—she had pushed it too far to keep it running and moving as fast as she did. It was out of commission.

SuperFrisk appeared in front of Batchara in a gust of wind, simply blowing a small puff of air at her, knocking her cleanly off the building. There was nothing below her but hundreds of feet before hitting the street below with a splash—only for a moment before SuperFrisk inhaled, pulling Chara back toward her, holding her arm out to the side, waiting with a sigh and a yawn. Batchara slammed into her arm with force, as if hitting her face against a metal pipe. As she skidded across the concrete floor, she came to a stop with a thud against some pipes.

Batchara: A-ah…

SuperFrisk: (sighs) I’m so tired of this, Chara… Of people like you who never trust me, who always act like I’m something that needs to be watched or controlled… That as long as you have something to threaten me with, I’ll just accept whatever you want from me… that I’ll never make a choice.

She stood over Batchara, grabbing and lifting her, setting her in place before slamming her hand into her chest, where the bat symbol rested, and ripping out the core of her suit—the kryptonite core—holding it in her hands, unaffected unlike before.

SuperFrisk: The truth is… I chose to hold back! Mom always told me to stop pretending to be a God, but the truth? I was always pretending to be The Human.

SuperFrisk crushed the core before effortlessly tossing it miles away, who knows where. It shocked Chara, who was struggling to move, in pain but not getting better…

Batchara: F-Frisk… P-Please…

SuperFrisk: I’VE HAD ENOUGH!

SuperFrisk grabbed her and began pummeling her, wasting no time as she kept hitting Batchara. The suit couldn’t withstand these blows, barely able to contain them, as she no longer cared about restraint. Suddenly, Frisk didn’t care. As she struck, throwing her back and hitting her again and again with steel against flesh, Frisk’s vision blurred; she could hear the sounds of her home, her mother speaking to her again, talking to her…

Toriel: You’re doing great, sweetheart… I’m so proud of you… LET HER HAVE IT.

For the first time in her life, she could truly let go, show some of her ability, stop being so WEAK, stop holding back for these people—why did she have to do that? No one else did, so why couldn’t SHE be the winner? It was about time she took her rightful place as the best. Batchara was no match for her; it was all a game! She only held back because she was always taught to! The sounds of bones cracking and screams became static as she was completely absorbed, her mother’s warped words blurring in her mind over and over…

Toriel: It doesn’t matter what they think… YOU DESERVE TO DO THIS… It’s not because I want you to hold back… IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO SHOW OFF…

Toriel: SO DO IT YOURSELF… Frisk-

Toriel: So please do it for them… Frisk-

As SuperFrisk grabbed the battered Batchara, she seized her by the back of her cape while flying. The rain began to fall as she soared, smiling, feeling so free as she caught lightning in her hands, feeling it only to hurl it back into the clouds before throwing Chara miles into the air, just to watch her fall. She couldn’t remember what Chara looked like, but all she saw was red as she used her speed and flight to dive back down and slam Batchara through the building, down to the ground floor. Hundreds of floors of this building reduced to an empty shell of what it was… All while she breathed and landed on the rooftop of the same building.

She couldn’t get over the laughter, her own smile and joy at finally being free, the memories and fantasies of the invincible hero she always wanted flooding her mind—only to collapse when she looked at her hands, at herself. Covered in blood, not her own—she was completely fine—but Chara’s blood. It wasn’t just a little; it was too much, it was wrong… What had she done?

Toriel: Just remember, Frisk… The feeling when you hurt someone? Especially when it wasn’t a fair fight? When you knew you’d win? Fighting to defend yourself is very different from fighting out of anger—you’ll never be okay with that. I know you better than that, Frisk, so please… you may not understand it now, but when you do, you’ll thank me, I promise.

DID IT FEEL GOOD, FRISK DREEMURR? YOU WON, YOU’RE THE BIG WINNER… YOU FINALLY SHOWED THE WORLD WHAT YOU COULD DO…

SuperFrisk: Wait… no, this isn’t what I wanted… I just wanted to prove them wrong… I wanted to be taken seriously! Stop holding back…!

She fell to her knees as she looked at her hands, at the broken bat helmet, saw the blood everywhere. For some reason, Frisk had just… forgotten she was human. Unlike her, if she got hurt, it wasn’t just bouncing off her—she was really risking her life. And now Frisk had gone and… killed her? She was close to it if she hadn’t—there was too much blood, and Frisk knew she hadn’t exactly been gentle…

The sounds of sirens flooded the area as police arrived at the scene, along with ambulances and, of course, the special units task force. They didn’t let the nature of the case be detailed to the public, but pictures of SuperFrisk at the scene were already leaking online. If she had enemies before, now? They had real evidence of their fears… Her mother’s words would ring true sooner than she expected.

The enemies in the shadows would come to light. They always criticized her for not winning the way they wanted—was this what they wanted? Now she’d find out.

Coming Soon, SuperFrisk: Hope Has Fallen

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Why Do We Fall?

(Years ago…)

Frisk: When I was new to the job, my mother, Toriel, was always worried about everything I did, from how I fought to how I used my powers. She never wanted any of my powers to go to my head, and she always got mad at me even though I thought I wasn’t doing anything wrong, until I left.

I remember when I finally got the hang of city life, flying around… stopping crimes… small things like robberies and stuff, being able to just stand there and stop their weapons by standing still, hitting them in the chest. It was an incredible feeling—that admiration and love are addictive, and when the big bad guys showed up, it was no trouble at all to knock them out until the next week!

People loved me, it was… special, and I was on top of the world. But as my time got bigger and grander, Mom called me, so I paid her a visit.

(One day later, on a beautiful day as the sun was setting, she returned)

I didn’t need my super senses to know she was upset with me when I arrived. I saw the look on her face…

Toriel was sitting on the porch of her cabin, tucked away in the clearing of a vast forest. Her arms were crossed as SuperFrisk hovered in the air before her.

SuperFrisk: Mom! Did you see me out there?! Yeah… What’s wrong, Mom?

Toriel: Oh, I saw you alright… showing off your powers for your “new fans,” huh?

Her arms were crossed, and she was smiling, but Frisk could feel the anger hiding behind that smile. It scared her.

Frisk: What do you mean “showing off”?! I’m just doing my job, Mom.

Toriel: Oh, really? Is posing while bullets bounce off your chest part of the job? Don’t you see how you look?

Frisk: Yeah, Mom. I look awesome out there! I’m inspiring people! They’re starting to believe in me!

Toriel: No, Frisk! You also look dangerous! And if you threaten the wrong people, you’ll attract enemies you’re not ready to face.

Frisk: What do you mean, Mom? I can handle anyone who tries to challenge me!

Toriel sighs, wanting Frisk to understand as she explains what she means…

Toriel: Frisk… do you know why Sans never showed his power to everyone? Why the strongest of all the Underground never told anyone? Except you?

Frisk paused, lying back in the air as if loading a response in her brain.

Frisk: Um… because he’s lazy?

Both laughed, easing the tension building between them.

Toriel: No, dear… Sans does that because he knew that if order was established in the Underground, if Asgore wasn’t seen as the best, they’d lose faith in him. Or Undyne—what about her?

Toriel sighed as she pulled Frisk closer and held her head.

Toriel: Frisk, you’re so incredible, you can do so much, but people can be relentless and afraid of that. The world is a cruel place—they’ll tolerate you. Until they can get rid of you… If you threaten the political order, the social order… you threaten their power, there’s nothing they wouldn’t do to get rid of you…

Frisk: But I can’t stop being me! If I do that… then I won’t be real to anyone. How can I inspire people if they can’t trust me?

Toriel: I’m not asking you to do that, Frisk. I’m just asking you to remember you’re human, to show that to everyone, and to let yourself seem mortal in front of them… You’ll be so much more than you are now.

Frisk had to think about that as she tried and learned to hold back, to take hits, to let herself seem… mortal, to be a person like everyone else. Following her mother’s advice worked. It made her less threatening and made people love her even more.

Super Frisk Learned—

KRAKOOOOM

A thunderbolt strikes her as she finds herself in the crater of a building, with giant cracks and holes in the structure from the battle…

She could look down through the clouds of smoke from the rooftop. When she looked at her hands, she saw blood, but that wasn’t the worst part… As she looked, she realized,

The blood wasn’t hers.

What had she done?

Next: SuperFrisk vs. Batchara 3

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SuperFrisk: The Bat in the Belfry

Sans: With this, Frisk... It’ll all be over... My preparations will be complete!

Frisk: No... Sans! Don’t do it! You’ll destroy everything...! Noooooo!

The sandcastle crumbled as the two fell onto the sand. Their attempt to expand the castle had caused it to collapse.

Frisk: You knew you shouldn’t have done that, silly bones! Now I have to fix it again!

Sans: Aww, well, you’ll have time, Frisk. Food’s coming up soon.

Frisk: Sans... (Frisk pouts, hating that Sans refused to call her by her pet name)

Sans: (sighs, embarrassed) Sweetheart, can you get ready for dinner soon?

Frisk: (beams happily, now super content) Yes... I’ll finish up soon, Sans!

Frisk was overjoyed as she gathered her things, and they left the beach arm in arm. She had taken a short vacation with Sans, going out and spending time together—time they hadn’t had in years. The city was safe, and she thought it’d be fine without her for a couple of days. After all, she wanted to spend time with Sans...

Frisk: Sans... before we go, how about some ice cream?

Sans wanted to protest, but Frisk’s puppy eyes softened him. He nodded and let her drag him to buy ice cream cones.

Frisk: One super-sized ice cream cone, please.

When Frisk placed the order, Sans was a bit confused—why had she only ordered one? But when she turned around, and he saw her face, he knew the answer: a smug smile and those eyes as she grabbed his arm and led him to a private spot to sit.

Frisk: Ehehe... here you go, Sans...

As Frisk held the ice cream cone, she brought it to his face for him to take a bite. She was right—she wanted to share it with him.

Sans: Frisk... isn’t this a bit much?

Frisk: Nope...

She was leaning over him as she took a bite of the ice cream and then kissed him, listening to the ocean sounds as they spent their time together.

Sans: (panting) H-Hey... Don’t kiss me out of nowhere, Frisk...!

Frisk: (smiling as she feeds him ice cream) Sorry, sweetheart... I couldn’t help it... You’re just too cute.

Sans sighed, embarrassed, because he really couldn’t stay mad at her at all. That’s just how he was when face-to-face with the love of his life.

In the shadows, disgust filled the heart of the person watching. This was unacceptable...

A few hours later, Sans was outside with his phone, watching the rain as night approached. It seemed they wouldn’t be going anywhere that night, but it didn’t matter. Frisk had plans for them, as she was in the kitchen of their vacation spot cooking something for them. Though she was wearing an apron, it annoyed her that Sans was trying to work on company matters through his phone, so she went to find him...

Sans: Yeah, put it all into R&D. We’ve got a few months before we need blueprints and prototypes for the investors to approve, so I want real work done on this...

As Sans talked on the phone, Frisk snatched it and told the person on the other end that he’d be busy, hanging up for him.

Sans: Frisk! Sweetheart, you can’t do that!

Frisk: You’re on vacation. You’ve done enough work for a lifetime. I know you already gave them your instructions, so they’re fine...

Frisk hugged Sans as she led him inside and showed him the kitchen. She had prepared a grand feast for them to enjoy. He softened, seeing how much effort she had put into it.

Sans: Aw... babe... alright! Fine, you win. Do you want to change into something else for this, or...?

Frisk just smiled as she took off her apron, and Sans could see her outfit was perfect for the evening—a simple dress, but to him? It might as well have been worth a million.

Frisk: I was already ready, Sans... Let’s eat!

The two smiled and talked. It was nice. She had been pushing him to do all these things with her, so he thought it wasn’t a bad trade-off—a date at her pace, slower, less flashy, and more intimate, which he actually enjoyed quite a bit.

Sans: (laughing) So, you really got stuck under a building? And your suit ripped? That’s wild.

Frisk: It was awful! I was lucky the guy didn’t find me, so I hid and had to sneak home to fix it before I could go back to save the day.

They laughed, now just Sans with his ketchup and Frisk with a bit of wine—only the best for them, as Sans was more than capable of putting it on his tab, the tab of a billionaire, but a tab nonetheless.

Sans: Frisk... Thanks, this is really nice. I know you want to be everywhere doing everything at once, but I just... well, I’m a bit simpler.

Frisk: I know, Sans... and, well, I’ll admit this is pretty nice... This might be my second favorite date...

Sans: Oh? Tell me then, what’s your first?

Frisk smiled at him as she got up, finishing her drink before sitting on his lap, blushing and grinning like crazy as she whispered in his ear.

Frisk: (whispering) This one...

Frisk kissed Sans softly, moving downward as she unbuttoned his shirt, savoring the moment slowly. But just as things were heating up, Sans put his hands on her shoulders, lifted her, and pinned her against the wall, his face flushed as he whispered,

Sans: You think you’re in charge here? I’ll show you what I’m made of...

As Sans took the lead and kissed her wildly, Frisk was swept up in her own feelings. Their romance grew more intense. Frisk, still retaining some of her senses, could tell where this was heading and tried to hold herself back enough to ask...

Frisk: S-Sans... Do you really want to... now, with me?

Sans didn’t hesitate as he kissed her again.

Sans: There’s no one else I’d rather be with right now than you...

Frisk was reeling and swooning, already preparing for the rest of the night as they kissed more. But as Sans began to unbutton his suit... Frisk had to stop him. A familiar sound came from outside.

Frisk: Sans... go to the bedroom, please... I need to talk to someone...

Sans looked at her, confused, but nodded, gathering his things and heading to bed. Frisk didn’t want to ruin the mood, but this was no game.

With a twirl, she changed into her SuperFrisk suit. She was a bit rusty, but it shouldn’t have been a big deal. She stepped out onto the balcony and saw it, right there on the railing—the weapon that struck fear into the hearts of criminals who saw it: the bat stuck to the cement.

SuperFrisk: Hm... The rooftop? Really? On a rainy day like this?

She just accepted it as she flew to the rooftop in the rain. At first, she saw no one, but as she landed, in a flash of lightning, they appeared before her.

SuperFrisk: Batchara... a bit far for you, isn’t it? You never leave your city.

Batchara looked at her coldly. SuperFrisk didn’t fully understand at first... but then she remembered... Sans.

Batchara: I can’t believe you... Are you cavorting with the enemy? You have a responsibility to this city, to JUSTICE, SuperFrisk! And you’d risk it all for... for HIM?

SuperFrisk: N-No! Batchara! Wait, look, I know this looks bad, but...

Batchara: I don’t want to hear it! You’ve dishonored the symbol on your chest. You’ve abandoned the cause. I think you don’t care as much anymore, and that makes you dangerous...!

The wind and rain swirled around them as the two faced off. A battle between the best of the Underground, a battle they never wanted but must have to protect what matters most to them.

Batchara: If you’re willing to ally with criminals... then I can’t take that threat lightly... You’re too powerful if you’ve gone rogue, and it’ll only get worse if I don’t stop you here and now! So, get ready.

Batchara lunged to strike as SuperFrisk braced herself. Chara wasn’t listening... so she’d have no choice.

The best of the Underground were at war.

(Note: As per your note, the events after this connect to Anii’s two comics, with the only edit being that Sans and Frisk are in a relationship at this point instead of remaining enemies. Thanks!)

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SuperFrisk: The new hope

At first there was nothing. No light, no sound, nothing. It was cold, it was everything and nothing at the same time, but it was peaceful, she was fine with it, she just got lost in that feeling and let the next step happen, whatever it was.

Then the fire started…

A flame that emerged from the depths of his soul, hidden somewhere deep inside him and that has just come to life

He fed her, the cold was quickly disappearing as there was now this heat. This unbearable heat that did not want to be contained, demanded to be released. She didn't know how much time had passed, how long she had been like this, but it was now or never. He had to get up, it hurt too much to hold back any longer. She saw that fire, it was strong but it wasn't enough, when she reached it, it gave her air, it gave her power… just a little more, just a little more… she worked on it, giving it life, then it went out, the lights Blue lights were everywhere, she felt every inch of it warm, this little light in her core was now burning like hell, Now all you have to do is open your eyes… get up… get up…

g-get…

get-….

GET UP.

She opened her eyes, she was fighting, all she saw was fire, blue everywhere, it couldn't be like that, why couldn't she move? All she had to do was get out of this… She's SuperFrisk! what's happening? she closed her eyes once more as she concentrated, moved on, and gave it everything she had.

When she felt the yellow sun, its light, its glow fade from inside her body, she felt tired, she felt like giving up, but then when she looked for whatever strength she had to fight with, there was nothing. She reached out, searching deep within her for something she could use, but when she finally reached the bottom she felt it. That fire. That blue flame that was inside and she grabbed it, picked it up and let it work with her. she felt...good. She screamed as she pulled, finally breaking free. As she did everything she could and used the rest of her power, as she spun, she just let it flow, it was a raging inferno, but she's ready to contain it all. When it was all over, she was in space, in the center of a blue sun, She obliterated Blue Star to pieces.

SuperFrisk: H-How…Never…it's- it's not possible!

She was stunned, this was something she had never been through before, it was too much for her. But now… it just wasn't. Looking at herself, her disguise was… different. He had a belt attached to the bottom half of his supersuit, he even had spaces to put things and small bags to put things, it could be useful… her suit even seemed more mature, more serious while maintaining the same intention and design as the first one. The biggest change, however, was herself. It felt… good, better than in a long time.

She felt…stronger. She didn't know why, but that was until she started flying, she was much faster, she didn't know how, but she had become even faster, even stronger… It didn't take her long to fly the billions of miles that was from Earth. The trip took place in just a few minutes, much faster than normal, arriving on Earth, it seemed like people had accepted that she had passed away, but Frisk didn't want to let people think she would be gone forever, so maybe she would give a little message to the city…

There was a man with a gun threatening lives in the city square, the police were in a confrontation but they could not get close because he had a hostage.

Police: SIR! Put down the gun! Don't make a mistake you'll regret!

Suspect: I'm not going to jail! Get me a car! Or the girl gets lead!

While everyone was panicking, the girl with the gun to her head, SuperFrisk, landed behind him while touching his shoulder

SuperFrisk: Hey buddy? I think you should listen to the good man over there, don't you think?

As he turned and screamed, pulling the trigger, before the bullet could hit the girl, SuperFrisk moved his arm so fast that he caught the bullet in the chamber while holding the end of the gun.

SuperFrisk: Sorry buddy, not today, let's let them take you…

She threw the suspect to police while holding the girl

SuperFrisk: Are you okay? It's over...you're safe!

The girl cried while holding her

Girl: I knew you were still around! I believed in you!

She could hear the applause as people surrounded her, cheering, even the police smiled when they saw her, people had missed their hero very much…

When the day was over and she finally got home, she felt satisfied, it was the life she wanted to lead, but as she showered and cleaned herself, she entered her room and walked past her desk, however, when she looked at the chair, she saw her Favorite hoodie, lined with blue and white fur, he always put it on after taking off his costume but as he wrapped it up and sighed happily once he put it on, he had this moment of déjà vu… who-who did this belong to again? It didn't seem quite right… Have you always had this hoodie?

Something was wrong, wasn't it?

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Writing existing character descriptions! I'll add more as I go!

Super Frisk (Young)

Also known as Frisk Dreemurr

Age: 20

Description: A young SuperFrisk, newly trained from her time with Toriel, is now in town. Learning to manage the daily life of Monster Ambassador and Superheroine!

Powers: Super Speed, Super Strength, Flight, Invulnerability, Heat Vision, Ice Breath, X-ray Vision.

Solar Overload: When overloaded with yellow sunlight or releases all the energy stored inside, it releases its most powerful state and attack!

Supernova Frisk: Releasing all her power, turning her into a solar superpower, with her body looking like the surface of the sun. His powers are almost close to those of a god in this state with all his abilities at their maximum, without restrictions. However, this form will only last as long as your energy, once you run out of energy or release the form, you will be helpless for a few hours depending on how much you pressed it while using it. If you have overcharged on the form and only use excess energy to use this form, you will still have your powers, but it will have slight effects on the powers.

Solar Flare: His most powerful attack was intended solely for desperate final measures: gathering all of his body's energy and releasing it in a massive burst of external energy or concentrating it with his heat vision. Once used, it will lose its powers for 24 hours and will be out of service for a while, so caution is necessary when moving.

Weaknesses:

Green Kryptonite: Bright green rock that originates from underground, has the ability to drain SF of its powers, can also be potentially fatal, there are other types of kryptonite.

Red Sun: A Yellow Sun gives Frisk her Powers, but a red sun drains her powers, leaving her powerless, it is not deadly or painful like kryptonite but it will leave her weak, however it is easier to recover.

Magic: She is invulnerable to most attacks, but magic can affect her, not like the average person, but it does affect her.

Costume: Handmade, bikini bottom with cropped top half, with red boots and cape. Modified by Sans to be more authentic, based on the original design.

(This is drawn by @aniitaruiz, she is usually the artist of this! She is great! (i mean ehhhhh I don't know xD)

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SuperFrisk (Modern)

Age: 25

Biography: After the SFA Commander kills her, she wakes up under this incredible pressure, trapped. She is too weak and can't escape, she's not strong enough… but then she discovers that after not giving up, she finds this fire inside her that she turns to to finally escape, as if it were coming out of a shell… and from it came a new SuperFrisk…A better SuperFrisk. She was faster, stronger, more experienced, she was something more…It seems that this Blue Sun had made her something special after all…

Powers:

All Powers Enhanced: The Blue Sun has unlocked a higher level of power within her and made her the strongest she has ever been. She has all her previous abilities, but they have multiplied and improved to crazy levels, far beyond what she was before, she still doesn't know how far she can go, but it is the closest she has come to divine power levels but she is controlled so as not to let his new power go too far.

Supernova Frisk (Blue Flame): SuperFrisk's yellow solar form was now blue flames that were released. It is now a god level form. Your time in it has improved and you have more control over it and you can detransform and avoid the penalty of its use, but the downside is that the price of going too far is that you will be powerless, but now even longer than before.

Solar Flare (Blue): Now a blue sun, the force of the final movement is even MORE powerful, it could destroy planets. even universes if the right conditions are met. but now its use can reach 48 hours, even a week. It is much more powerful and you will have a better chance of using it depending on how strong the explosion or heat vision is.

Weaknesses:

They are all more effective against her: while all of her powers are even stronger, that also means that her weaknesses are even more effective and dangerous for her, while before she could still work a little with kryptonite, now it can completely incapacitate her. The distance that previously only bothered her can now leave her on her knees. She should be more cautious with all this. Kryptonite, Red Sun, Magic.

Costume: New with belt and shorts, can access items hidden in the belt, has a more modern blouse and cape.

(This version is drawn by @dioger-art, she is just as amazing! Show him some love! She loves new people! The more the better! (she's even more EHHHH…but lazier! XD Be careful with Dio Time! Never fails!)

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hello I really like your story but is there an English version that I can read I how this isn to much trouble

Oh sorry! I can do that! Translating it back to english isn't too hard, I can do that for every story from now on, I just stopped after a while because I didn't think it necessary but I guess I was wrong!