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Okay, Frisk had been through a LOT of resets. In total, 4,999 full runs had ensued. They couldnt exactly control the resets, so it wasnt like this was THEIR fault. Frisk was almost happy when something different happened on their 5,000th run. It had been right after they'd made it to the surface. Frisk had chosen 'i have places to go' in regards to Toriel, because they actually did want to do something in the little time they had before the timeline would reset. After everyone had left, Frisk re-entered the underground quickly, taking the long trip back to the place they first fell. They tried to ignore the patch of flowers that most obviously was Charas grave, although their ghostly friend did not, considering said ghost sat down on the patch of flowers with the single comment:
No matter how sad a place may be be, we must stay determined.
Frisk nodded at the statement, then sat next to Chara with a small smile. They tapped the ground six times, paused, then tapped twelve times, paused, then fifteen, paused, twenty-three, paused, five, paused, twenty-five. Chara snorted at the drawn out way of contacting a certain flower monster. An annoyed groan signified floweys appearance, and so did the words "What do you want Frisk? Cant you just leave me be!?" Frisk shook their head, before signing,
"How do you feel?"
Floweys glare was strong. "I dont have a soul! I cant feel anything dumbass!" Frisk giggled at the outburst. Then signed once more, asking if Flowey thought this would be the last reset. The flowers face grew into a more dissapointed one. "Obviously not. If it can reach 5,000 it can reach 10,000." The visible child frowned, and Chara winced.
They reached their hand out to pat Frisk on the shoulder, but that was when everything changed. The second their non-corporeal hand made 'contact' with Frisk, the world was a swirl of color, and both children yelped in suprise. Once the world solidified again, everything was different. Frisk was on a bed, inside a room filled with kids. After eavesdropping a bit (and being suprised they hadnt yelped upon seeing the room) they figured out they were in an orphanage. They were scared,of course, but also curious. Frisk stood up, walking over to another kid, one with particularly vibrant red hair and a pair of green eyes.
Where am I?
The kid looked confused, and Frisk remembered that not everyone knew sign language. They realized they would get no answers like this, and their eyes flickered to Chara. They were mute, but Chara...
You want me to take control dont you?
Frisk nodded, which was met by a sigh and a comment on owing Chara a chocolate bar. Then they were wrenched from their own body, now watching from the same view Chara had a few seconds ago. Thank goodness Frisk kept their eyes closed all the time, or the kid would've noticed the change of color, considering when Chara in frisks body opened them, they were bright red. "Where am I and why?" It was spoken aloud. The kid looked at them sympathetically. "Someone found you on the side of the road, and decided to bring you here, this is Finelatra Orphanage. If you dont mind me asking, whats your quirk? Its just, when you got here, I kinda felt you were powerful and..." "What's a quirk?"
And that was how Frisk learned they were in a different universe, one with superpowers! The kid, who they learned was a boy named Eli with the quirk Stats (Can display peoples 'stats' on contact, for example, Frisk, Power 9/10, fitness 7/10, and so on, as well as feel if they have high stats). Frisk, scared to reveal that they could mess with time itself, said they didn't remember anything, not even having a quirk. It took four days for their first deaths to occur. They were walking across the street to school for their first day, talking, well Eli was talking considering Frisk was mute, and then Chara alerted them of the car about to hit them. With a yell, Frisk pushed Eli out of the way, only to be hit full force by the vehicle, dead in a matter of seconds. Chara, for the reason of avoiding it next time, noted that it was 6:46 AM Monday April third. They woke up in the orphanage bed, the day they arrived there.
The second death occured on April 22, 12:56 AM, when Frisk tackled a school shooter to stop them from shooting one of their close friends. Once more, they woke up the day they got there. It took five more deaths before frisk stoped rapid-dying, and just lived. After a year at the orphanage, they found a SAVE point in the forest. Frisk and Chara were both majorly excited. Soon, they found them as frequently as they did in the Underground, and life was great! The only real downside was that they missed the monsters, and Chara agreed with that sentiment. They were 13, three years after they arrived, when they acquired a 'quirk' of sorts.
Shapeshift
Able to change their look to anything, even to become an animal and develop their basic strengths.
They were amazed! The day they developed it, Frisk did nothing but play around with the quirk. A week passed. Then they had an idea. It was brilliant, in their mind!. Frisk walked into the orphanage bathroom, locked the door, and focused on shifting. It took fifty tries to get what they wanted, and the details were still messy and not much, but they'd done it. As they looked in the mirror, two bodys stared back, connected by the hands which were fused but looked as if they were holding hands. One was frisk, the other, was Chara. In the corner, the ghost themselves gaped.
Try to take only a little control! Then use your half!
It took eighty tries for Chara to get it right, but when they did? God was it great!
After weeks of practicing, Frisk got better at details, and their shapeshifted form looked almost real! Years passed, Frisk turned fifteen. Occasionally, Frisk and Chara would share control, and just walk through Japan casually together, Chara marvelling at societies advancement. Not that their resentment for humantity didnt occasionally shine through aswell of course. Strangers often thought they were twins because they looked very similar, and they were fine with that. One day, on one of these walks, they see something. What looks like a blob of slime (Chara comments on how its similar but bigger then Moldsmal with a pun ), people are crowding around, watching the scene, and at first their confused. Then they see the angry teen that is trying to fight his way out and the heroes trying to assist. Oh.