Xcom 2 Story Part 10: Women Down!


Chapter 1: Like A Blur 
(Fell Frisk’s Point of View)
   The last thing I remembered was the Xcom guy laughing, Classic Frisk raging, and Fell Sans yelling. I way lying on the ground, trying not to black out from the pain, and holding my side. My side stung, was warm and wet with blood. Just my luck to get shot, right? Sure, I’m not just a kid anymore like Classic Frisk but that does not help the pain. Suddenly, among all the chaos, Fell Sans kneeled down beside me. 
   *“Asgore, grab Chara, we need to get both of them to the settlement NOW!” Fell Sans shouted, out of the corner of my eye I could see Classic Asgore picked up Fell Chara. Then Fell Sans went to pick me up, being as careful as he could. I cried in pain again, trying to hold it in. *“I know it hurts Frisk, just please, try to stay strong! We’ll be back to Tori’s in no time, she’ll fix you up, alright?” The look on his face was half worried and half scared. He hasn't looked this worried about me since we started dating. Yes, a human and a skeleton dating does sound a bit weird, but at least I’m 18 so I’m not a little kid. I heard the stories of Classic Frisk and Classic Papyrus going on a date once in the Underground, so don’t start with me. 
   As I was busy trying to fight back the pain, there was a bright flash of light and I looked over to see we made it to the monster settlement. Classic Toriel was watering the gardian outside, and when she looked over her face grew to a look of worry, also. 
   “Oh my goodness, what happened?” Toirel gasped as she saw the the trail of blood that followed us to the door. 
   *“It’s Frisk, she got shot… she needs help NOW!” Fell Sans blurred. Suddenly, I heard Fell Chara wake up behind me in Classic Asgore’s arms. 
   “Ugh… huh? What the? What happened?” Fell Chara asked, confused.
   “Oh, you're awake. Can you walk on you're own?” Classic Asgore asked her, and she managed to stand up on her own. Meanwhile, Classic Toriel opened the door and Fell Sans carried me inside. Classic Toriel cleared the coffee table in the living room and Fell Sans laid me down. I winched in pain and held my side again. 
   “Ok, I will try my best to stop the bleeding, you should call Alphys and tell her to bring some medical supplies down here.” Classic Toriel explained to Fell Sans. He just nodded and brought out his phone, dialed the number and walked back outside. Before long, everyone else came wandering downstairs to see what the noise was about. Classic Frisk and Asriel walked in the room, followed by Fell Asriel. 
   “Oh...My...God… what happened?” Fell Asriel asked. Classic Frisk just kept his straight face on and I could hear Classic Asriel tearing up. 
   “Fell Frisk is wounded, now please, go sit in the kitchen for now, I need to concentrate.” Classic Toriel explained as everyone wandered outside the room. Classic Toirel rolled my shirt up and reopened the wound, and this time, I couldn't hold back the scream. 
   “Can...can you put... me to sleep, first?” I asked between heavy breathing. 
   “I’m sorry, but you're not in a stable enough state. If I put you to sleep now, there is a chance you might not wake up again.” Classic Toriel explained. I just sighed in pain, and suddenly Alphys appeared in the door holding a box of medical supplies, followed by Fell Sans. Classic Alphys quickly got everything set up and she stuck a needle in my right arm. 
   “Ok, With your blood pressure normalizing, you should be safe to sleep now.” Classic Alphys double cheeked the equipment as Fell Chara walked beside me. 
   “Stay strong, alright?” Fell Chara smiled at me. I just nodded and leaned my head back, almost instantly fell asleep. 














Chapter 2: Classic’s “Big Plan”
(Fell Chara’s Point of View)
   I watched as Fell Frisk slowly fell asleep… regardless of everything I’ve done in the past… taking control of her, making her kill all her friends… she never gave up on me and forgave me almost immediately. I mean, I’m not the best person to call friend, but still… she’s the closest thing I have to a sister, and I hate to see her like this. Stuck on a infusion machine thing, on the brink of bleeding out. But on the other hand, Fell Sans looks like he’s in just as much pain as Fell Frisk is. Sure, a human and a skeleton dating is kinda weird, but I have to admit they make a cute couple. Fell Sans was sitting on the other half of the couch, talking to Classic Alphys. I over to them.
   *“I can’t believe she got shot…” Fell Sans mumbled. 
   “Hey, you can’t blame yourself for it, you did you're best to try and get him, but apparently they had jetpack tech as well… I mean even Mettaton NEO couldn't hit him! And you know how good his aim is.” Classic Alphys was trying to make him feel better.
   *“I mean, all I had to do was hit the bastard once… ONCE! I could of saved Frisk the pain… but I failed…” Fell Sans buried his face in his hands. Classic Alphys stomped her foot.
   “Well, sitting there sobbing over it won't help! You have to stay strong for her!” Classic Alphys said in a stern voice. Fell sans sighed and shook his head.
   *“Yeah, you're right… maybe something to eat will get our minds off the pain, huh?” Fell Sans cracked a small smile. Alphys nodded and went into her bag of medical supplies she brought. I looked over to the table and saw Classic Frisk and Fell Asriel talking.
   “Man, I hope Classic Frisk is ok… he seemed to freak out after Fell Frisk got shot.” I mumbled. 
   “Eh, I’m sure he just needs to cool off. From what I heard, that was a pretty intense attack.” Classic Alphys replied, pulling out some medical gel. She walked over to Fell Frisk, rolled up her shirt a bit and rubbed the gel lightly on the wound. 
   “Damn, that’s gonna leave one nasty scar…” I muttered without releasing it.
   “I’m sure Toriel can heal most of it with her magic, but my guess is that some of it will linger.” Classic Alphys explain, rolling down Fell Frisk’s shirt. Suddenly, Classic Asriel appeared at the bottom of the stairs leading to the top floor. He had tears in his eyes and he struggled to speak. 
   “Is...ugh...is she going…to..ugh...be ok?” Classic Asriel muttered between sniffles. Fell Sans walked over and knelt beside him.
   *“Frisk is gonna be ok, she’s in stable condition and with both Toriel and Alphys watching over her recovery, she’ll be back on her feet in no time. She just needs some rest now.” Fell Sans explained. Classic Asriel nodded and gave Fell sans a hug.
   About an hour later, Fell Frisk woke up, coughing. Fell Sans and Alphys moved her on the couch after the bleeding stopped so she would at least wake up a bit more comfortable. Toriel also walked in and used some of her magic to clean off the blood from the floor and coffee table too. Soon, all of us was around the couch, ready to support her. Sadly, Classic Alphys had to return to her lab and deal with some research.
   *“Hey, take it easy, Frisk, how you feeling?” Fell Sans asked, helping Fell Frisk lean up a bit. 
   “I...I’m ok…I guess.” Fell Frisk replied after calming down. 
   *“Come on Frisk, a wound like this is serious, don’t just pretend it’s ok.” Fell Sans commented. 
   “Well, my side still hurts like hell, is that better?” The two laughed softly. 
   “You took a shot to the guts, no wonder it hurts.” Classic Frisk said. 
   “Hey Classic, you feeling ok? You went a little crazy after I went down.” Fell Frisk asked Classic Frisk. 
   “I don’t know, I feel kinda weird, I’ve been spacing out a lot recently. I still don’t know where I got that knife, or why.” Classic Frisk replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
   “Hey, if you wanna know what happened, I can tell you, but not around everyone else.” I whispered in Classic Frisk’s ear. 
   “Ok… maybe after lunch” He whispered back. 
   “Well, at least you woke up in time for lunch!” I turned back to Fell Frisk. She laughed lightly as Classic Toriel finally walked outside the kitchen, placing the food on the table. She came walking into the living room with what looked like a bowl of soup. 
   “Alright, I made a special healing soup for you Frisk, everyone else can go to the table.” Classic Toriel gave the soup to Frisk and the rest of us walked over to the table, except for Fell Sans.
   *“I’m gonna stay next to Frisk, just in case.” Fell Sans used his magic to float a plate of the food over to him.
   “I’m you she’ll be fire for a few minutes…” Classic Toriel tried, but nothing happened. 
   *“Let me rephrase that, I’m not gonna leave her side until she recovers.” Fell Sans countered. 
   “Come on Tori, there's no separating those two.” I half shouted from the table. Toriel rolled her eyes and started another healing cycle as the rest of us ate. About fifteen minutes later, both myself and Classic Frisk were done our food. I leaned in beside him…
   “Hey, if you're ready, I can explain everything to you…” I whispered.
   “Oh… ok... we can go outside to the backyard” Classic Frisk replied, and we both walked outside to the backyard. When Classic Frisk turned to look at me, his face was different, his eyes were wider and he had those red cheeks...then it hit me. 
   “Alright, listen, before we start, yes I am Chara. Classic Chara, that is. And I’ve been watching over the recent events ever since you Underfell monsters started arriving here, and let me say it has been rather entertaining. In fact, it’s been so entertaining that I gave up on destroying this timeline a long time ago. Instead, I have decided to try and help this timeline with the whole Error Sans problem we got going on, but first, I have a plan that I need to see though. But in the meantime, I’ve been watching a nearby Xcom prison camp in my spirit form, and it appears they have Fell Toriel captured. And she’s running out of time, they are only giving her one more day to give up any information then they are gonna autopsy her… so I suggest you get Fell Sans out here.” Classic Fr- I mean Chara explained. 
   “Ugh… here comes a headache…” I grunted, holding the side of my head. Regardless, I went back inside the house to get Fell Sans. As we walked out, he could already tell that Classic Frisk was under Chara’s control. 
   *“Oh great, what could Chara want to tell us?” Fell Sans rolled his eyes. 
   “Listen bonehead, I’m trying to help you! Fell Toriel is in Xcom custody and she’s gonna be killed soon! You and Fell Asgore should go save her.” Classic Chara snapped. 
   *“Ok, how the hell am I supposed to trust you?” Fell Sans snapped back. 
   “Listen, if I was planning anything evil, Fell Chara would of been dead by now. This is the perfect ambush spot, wouldn't you think I would of taken advantage of it by now?” Classic Chara explained. 
   “I mean, he does have a point there, Sans.” I commended. Fell Sans sighed. 
   *“Fine… where is Xcom holding Fell Toriel?” Fell Sans asked.
   “There is a Xcom prison camp about 3 miles east of the Xcom HQ, that’s where I saw her last.” Classic Chara replied. “But I want something in return for this…” He added. 
   “What could that be?” I asked.
   “I want to try to rebuild my body, but all I need in some determination.” Classic Chara replied. Both myself and Fell Sans froze in place. 
   *“Well, we do have a bunch of DT stored in the Blacksite vault.” Fell Sans commented. 
   “Perfect! After you rescue Fell Toriel we can work out the details from there.” Classic Chara said. Fell Sans nodded, and rushed back into the house. All I could hear was surprised gasps, and a door being slammed.  










Chapter 4: Surprise Visit
(Fell Frisk’s Point of View) 
   As Fell Chara and Classic Frisk walked back inside the house, Classic Frisk looked a bit uncomfortable.
   “What was that all about? You called Fell Sans outside, the suddenly he and Fell Asgore rush out the door saying something about Fell Toriel.” Fell Asriel asked. 
   “It was Classic Chara, as we and Classic Frisk was outside, he approached us in spirit form or whatever and told us about it… apparently he is willing to change his ways.” Fell Chara explained. 
   “C...Classic Ch...Chara…?” Classic Asriel started to shake in fear. 
   “Well, Fell Sans decided to trust him, so I think we should be ok.” Fell Chara commented, but Classic Asriel did not look any better. 
   “I need to..ugh...use the bathroom..” Classic Frisk said as he made his way around the house to get there. Suddenly, their was a knock on the door and Classic Sans wandered inside. 
   *“Hey everyone, just thought I’d stop by and check on you all after what happened to Fell Frisk.” Classic Sans waved to all of us. Luckily, the infusion machine thing got disconnected sometine after I went to sleep, so I managed to get up. Using the wall for support, I walked over the the door, holding my side.
   “Hey Sans.” I smiled weakly, still in deep pain. 
   *“How you feeling so far, kid?” Classic Sans asked.
   “Well, I’m still sore as hell and as you can see, I can’t stand on my own, but I have been doing better since that infusion machine thing did it’s work.” I replied. 
   “Again, you took a shot to the guts, no wonder you're sore.” Classic Frisk commented. 
   *“Regardless, it’s good to hear you are doing better. Now, you should probably go lay down again. Fell Sans would probably murder me for letting you stand up for so long.” Classic Sans laughed a bit. I aolo giggled a bit, but it turned into coughing...I just went back to the couch. *“By the way… wer’s Classic Frisk?” Classic Sans asked.
   “He went to the bathroom right before you arrived…” Classic Asriel replied. Fell Chara went to the bathroom door and knocked.
   “You ok in there?” She asked… but there was no response. Classic Asriel opened the door… Classic Frisk was gone but their was a note on the counter. Classic Asriel picked it up and began to read it.
   “I’d hate to just disappear like this, but I have a opportunity to complete my plan and I don’t wanna waste it. Do not worry, I have it all figured out… I’ll be back once it’s done…” Classic Frisk put the note down.
   “What on earth could that mean?” Fell Asriel asked. Suddenly, there was a loud BANG in the distance and Fell Chara held her head in pain…
   “AHGGGGH! WHAT JUST HAPPENED!” Fell Chara screamed. I could see Classic Sans slowly put the pieces together…
   “Oh no… we gotta get down there NOW!” Classic Sans shouted and before I knew it, everyone was teleported away… leaving me alone on the couch.
   
Chapter 5: Resurrection
(Fell Chara’s Point of View) 
   It took me a new minutes to recover from the sudden teleportation, but I noticed Classic Sans teleported all of us, except Fell Frisk, outside the Blacksite vault. He heard laughter coming from inside the vault, and when we reached the doorway we saw both Papyrus’ passed out on the ground. We entered the vault and we found the source of the laughter. We found Classic Frisk rolling on the ground laughing next to...ugh...well...next to Classic Chara...but the thing his...he had NO clothes on. Nope, none...at all.
   “MY EYES! THEY BURN!” I shouted, looking away.
   “I’m scared for life!” Fell Asriel also looked away. 
   “I’m sorry that the DT does not include clothing cloning technology.” Classic Chara rolled his eyes.  
   “Someone just get him some clothes...please!” I shouted again. Classic Sans snapped his fingers and a pair of shorts appeared in front of Classic Chara. I looked between my fingers and saw he put them on… myself and Fell Asriel relaxed. 
   “Let’s just get back to the house… I need a nap after that.” Classic Frisk yawned. Classic Sans laughed and teleported us back to the house, where Fell Frisk was waiting. 
   “Jee, thanks for leaving so soon… WITHOUT TELLING ME!” Fell Frisk shouted. 
   “Trust me, you did not wanna be there anyway.” I replied. 
   “Wait… why is their a shirtless guy version of Chara standing in the middle of the living room…?” Fell frisk asked. 
   “Jee, why do you think? It’s me, Classic Chara! I rebuilt my body with DT!” Classic Chara snapped. Fell Frisk just stared blankly at him. Then, for outta nowhere, the door opened and Fell Sans and Asgore returned with Fell Toriel following behind them. 
   *“We're back! Guess who we found!” Fell Sans shouted… then froze after he say Classic Chara. 
   “Oh my, this is quite the crowd…” Fell Toriel laughed as she walked in. I could barely keep track of everything going on. Then, Classic Toriel and Asgore walked down the stairs. Guess what? They also froze when they saw Classic Chara.
   “Oh my…” Classic Toriel stuttered. 
   “Well, this surely is something.” Classic Asgore tried his best to stay calm. 
   *“Anyway, I gotta head back to the Blacksite, make sure the Papyrus’ are ok.” Classic Sans disappeared.
   “Oh, you must come into the kitchen and and help me make dinner, Fell Toriel!” Classic Toriel waved Fell Toriel into the kitchen. Fell Asgore just yawned and went back to the Fell Settlement. Classic Chara went up to change and the rest of us sat around Fell Frisk in the living room. I have no idea what just happened, but I’m glad nothing went wrong.










Chapter 6: Different Worlds, Same Old Tenison
(Fell Frisk’s Point of View)
   Soon, we were all settled back in the living room. The two Toriel’ were making supper as the rest of us kinda just sat around not knowing what to do. 
   “So… what do we do..?” Classic Frisk asked, breaking the silence. We all kinda just shrugged. 
   “I can’t really do much, so I don’t know or care.” I commended, trying to sit up the best I could. 
   “I remember that the house had some board games lying around, if this once is not any different, I should know where they are? Classic Chara offered. We kinda just accepted his er…return into the world. After all,we already had Fell Chara hanging around so not like we are not used to having one here. Classic Asriel is the only one who seemed a little uneasy about him, but I can’t blame him. Charas’ are not really known to be nice people.
   *“That sounds BORD-ing!” Fell Sans chimed in, still half asleep. Fell Chara just sighed and Fell Asriel facepalmed. Classic Frisk just shook her head and Classic Asriel rolled his eyes. Classic Chara, on the other hand, almost looked pissed at Fell Sans.
   “Some of us actually want something to do, you stupid waste of calcium…” Classic Chara mumbled through grinding teeth. Fell Sans sat up, the look on his face was not impressed.
   *“Wanna have a bad time, punk? Keep it up.” Fell Sans gave Classic Chara a bit of a death glare. 
   “You wouldn't be the first bonehead I’d crack, ya know?” Classic Chara’s eyes went wide. 
   “Would you all calm down! I feel like I’m in kindergarten…” Classic Frisk mumbled. 
   *“And you would not be the first determined human I’d KILL either.” Fell Sans snapped at Classic Chara. Then, Fell Toriel appeared in the door to the kitchen. 
   “All of you, STOP! Don’t make me have to freeze one of you!” Fell Toriel shouted. 
   “That sounds worse then getting the broomstick!” Classic Frisk shouted.
   “He he, just like mom.” Classic Asriel finally talked. 
   “Der der, just like mom!” Classic Chara mocked him. Classic Asriel rolled his eyes and Classic Frisk laughed. Suddenly, Fell Toriel snapped her fingers and a large ice crystal appeared beside Classic Chara, everyone jumped.
   “I SAID ENOUGH!” Fell Toriel shouted. Classic Chara rolled his eyes, and stormed off to his room. Fell Toriel snapped her fingers again and the whole crystal melted and the spot dried, without a trace.
   “Whoa, that’s pretty cool!” Classic Asriel commented. 
   “That will be good for hot summer days.” Classic Frisk commented. 
   “What can I say, magic has it’s benefits.” Fell Toriel winked before returning to the lost void known as the kitchen. 
   “Fell Toriel uses ice magic, not fire magic.” I commented. 
   “We noticed.” Classic Asriel replied. 
   “I wonder how a fight between the two would turn out…” I mumbled to myself. 
   “Whenever C.Toriel fights, she hates it.” C.Asriel commented.
   “I’m saying I want them do, just a curious thought, ya know?” I replied.
   “Either a tie, or fire melts ice.” C.Frsk said. We all nodded our agreement. Soon after, C.Toriel came walking out of her lair holding a plate full of what looked like pork chops, and F.Toriel brought a bowl of mashed potatoes. 
   “Suppers up! Come and get it!” C.Toriel smiled, and both of them placed the food on the table. Everyone but myself got up, and F.Sans walked back with two full plates, handing one to me. 
  “Thanks Sans.” I smiled. He slimed back and sat down beside me. “Hey, is someone gonna get C.Chara back down here?” I added. C.Asriel rolled his eyes, went to the bottom of the stairs, and shouted at C.Chara. It took a few minutes, but he came shambling down the stairs like a zombie.  
   *“You ok now, kid?” F.Sans asked.
   “I guess so…” C.Chara replied.
   “Hey, listen, I get it… my puns are annoying, but I was only trying to lighten the mood. I guess neither of us helped, lashing out like that.” F.Sans explained. I’ve never seen him this apologetic since we started dating. 
   “Yeah, whatever... I guess.” C.Chara replied as he walked to the table and grabbed a plate. 
   “Why do I have to get the one with Mettaton’s face on it?” F.Chara asked. 
   “Because I got it last time!” I shouted back at her. 
   “I thought Mettaton’s face are mainly on stakes.” C.Asriel looked confused. 
   “Oh come on, Mettaton’s face is on EVERYTHING these days.” F.Chara replied, giggling. A few minutes later, we were all done our food. Everyone placed their dirty dishes in the kitchen and soon enough, everyone was crowded near me. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door as C.Asgore walked in the house. 
   “Just a reminder, that that training is going on tomorrow. I just finished talking to F.Asgore about it, and he told me that you were interested in it too, right F.Chara?” He asked. 
   “Yeah! Of course! Tell him I’m definitely going!” C.Chara replied. Then I remembered a couple days before I got shot, both Sans’ found Fell Asgore fighting off a group of Xcom soldiers. After a little convincing, he moved into the Fell Settlement. A little bit after that, there was talk of berserker training that C.Asgore takes part in every couple days, and he offered F.Asgore to join him. And F.Chara, being the energetic girl she is, wanted to go too. The thing is, berserkers are about five times bigger then F.Chara, and would beat her to pulp in a matter of seconds. C.Asgore then offered F.Chara to join Stun Lancer training, that just so happens to be lead by C.Undyne. F.Chara, not having many other options, agreed to stick to that… it was for the best, really.  
   “For now, it’s getting late. We should all get some sleep.” C.Toriel commented. We all nodded our agreement.    
   *“If you don’t mind, I’m gonna sleep here.” F.Sans gave me a half-hug. 
   “Of course, you can take the other half of the couch.” C.Toriel replied. F.Toriel went back to the fell settlement, and everyone else went upstairs to sleep. “Sleep well, you two.” She added before disappearing upstairs. 
   *“Night Frisk, hope you get some sleep tonight. You need it.” F.Sans whispered to me, turning out the lights. 
   “Thanks Sans, Love you.” I replied, yawning.
   *“Love you two.” F.Sans smiled before falling asleep. 


Chapter 7: Training Day 
(Fell Chara’s Point of View)
   Everyone woke up a bit earlier than normal, but I wanted to anyway. I want to get down to the Blacksite ASAP so I can finally do something. No offense to everyone else, but sitting around waiting for something to happen like a bunch of bumps on a long is not really that fun. And since Fell Frisk got shot, there is nothing we can do without leaving her out of it. Besides, I’ve been waiting for three days to get up there. I’ve only been to the Blacksite once, only because I shuck outside in the middle of the night for a walk and ended up there. Sure, it was a bad idea, but I was bored! But at least this time, It’s for a good reason. And both Asgores’ are gonna be there anyway. After almost scarfing down my breakfast, they appeared in the door. 
   “You ready to go?” F.Asgore asked.
   “Of course I am! Let’s go!” I replied, bouncing on the spot impatiently. 
   “Have fun, Chara!” I head F.Frisk shouting from the living room. Myself and the two Asgores’ left the house and started making our way to the Blacksite.  
   “So, what's it like over there, anyway?” I asked, walking backwards. 
   “Well, troopers and supplies are almost always cycling through, their are very few permanent soldiers there.” C.Asgore replied.
   “At least Undyne can speak English…” I mumbled, remembering their language. 
   “Yes well, it can be quite amusing sometimes, listening to them talk.” F.Asgore chuckled. “Anyway, here we are.” He added as we walked through the gates. And it really was a busy place. Soon, we made it the berserker training area. C.Asgore pointed across the courtyard, to a big gym looking building. 
   “The Stun Lancers are training in that building, Undyne’s probably waiting for you.” I gave them both a nod and made my way there. Inside really looked like a massive school gym. There were Lancers shocking each other in the center, Undyne was in the on the end of the floor, shouting at them all. When she saw me walking in, she approached.
   “Hey Chara, glad you could make it.” Undyne smiled at me. 
   “Yeah, I’ve been needing something to do. Sitting around the house get’s boring.” I replied. 
   “You came to the right place, follow me, I’ll introduce ya.” Undyne led me to the middle of the floor, all the Lancers stopped and formed a circle around us. “Alright boys, we have a newcomer today. This here is Chara. She maybe a girl, but she's tough, so don’t piss her off.” Undyne added. The Lancers mumbled to each other in their gibberish. Then Undyne handed out fresh training weapons, big stun batons. I gave mine a practice swing and the thing sparked to life. Undyne walked out of the circle, and I stood there in the center, the stun lance emitting a relaxing hum as I eyed each Lancer. 
   “Well? Who’s first?” I shouted, holding my arms out wide. One of them stepped forward, a newcomer, by the looks of him. I cracked my neck, and got myself ready. The Lancer got into a basic defensive stance, and I took my own attack stance. I have to get used to the extra weight of the lance, this certainly ain’t my small knife. I let the lancer make the first move, he came at me with a normal jab at the chest. I easily parried it and sent him stumbling a few feet forward. 
   “Come on, that’s not how you do it! Actually try next time!” Undyne shouted from behind the crowd. The Lancer turned around and charged, weapon held high. I sidestepped to the right and gave him a good shock in the side. He fell on the ground, his armor smoking. 
   “You just got beat by a GIRL!” I spat at the Lancer on the ground. Some from the crowd laughed silently. 
   “Alright, alright, the the poor guy get up.” Undyne laughed. The Lancer got up and I returned to the center of the group, barely breaking a sweat. This time, an experienced looking Lancer came forward. His armor was dented and scratched, and he had many official looking markings on his shoulder pads. He smirked, grabbed his lance, and took a strong attack stance. I felt my eyes go wide…
   “You think you're the one in control? That’s cute…” I smiled, and sparked my weapon. The lance sent an evil glow across my face. The Lancer taunted me. Laughing, I made the first swing, a simple side-side slash, testing his ability. He easily knocked the attack with this weapon and kicked me away, I was send stumbling back a few steps but I recovered fast. This time, the Lancer made a top-down swing, I side stepped to the left and zapped him a bit in the side. He took it well, and spun around, holding the lance out in a whirlwind attack. I dove out of the way, waiting for him to stop, and got behind him, holding his neck in a headlock. The Lancer changed his stance, jabbed me in the side, and flipped me over his shoulder. It was quite the ride, landing on the matt with a heavy THUMP. As I was getting up, the lancer kept me down my pushing down on my back with his foot, and he pushed hard on my main arm… and out of force of habit, my off hand reached for my left leg. About halfway down my leg, a little bit above my kneecap,  I kept the sheath for my knife. I felt my hand slowly creep on the  handle… and like a flash of lighting, I unsheathed it and shached the Lancer’s left ankle. He let go, stumbling back and handing on the mat himself with a thud. Suddenly, one of the other veteran Lancers stomped on my arm and forced me to drop the knife. Suddenly, I was surrounded by a mod of unimpressed Lancers. 
   “Agh hell…” I mumbled, shoving the veteran Lancer off my arm. I picked my knife back up and sheathed it. Undyne approached me, also looking unimpressed. 
   “Really Chara? I thought you would've known not to use real weapons.” She mumbled.
   “I’m sorry… guess it was just force of habit, right? You know us Charas’ are a bit jumpy when it a situation like that…” I bowed my head in shame, kicking the dust off the floor. Undyne sighed and patted me on the back.
   “Well, it’s not all that bad… mistakes happen. But maybe you should just sit out the rest of today, you can still learn by watching.” Undyne reassured me. 
   “Yeah… alright…” I grumbled. I walked past the Lancer dude I stabbed, we was sitting on the ground being tended by a couple other Lancers. “Sorry about that…” I mumbled walking by. He shock his head a bit, but gave me a thumbs up, replying in Advent’s gibberish language. 
   “He’ll be fine.” Undyne said. “And someone get him to the med bay…” Undyne shouted at the other lancers. I wandered over to the bench, and placed my still bloody knife on a weapon rack. “Maybe you should do that first, next time.” Undyne remarked, sitting next to me.
   “Will there even be a next time?” I asked. 
   “Of course! This was one slip up, not like you're gonna be banned from training forever, you just need to remember not to use real weapons.” Undyne replied. 
   “Yeah, ok. Thanks.” I cracked a small smile. Undyne nodded, gave me another pat on the back, and went back to the Lancers. 
   A couple hours later, it was getting late. As everyone was packing up, Undyne walked up to me. 
   “I guess you should get back to Asgore, it’s getting late.” She commented. I nodded, grabbed my knife, and started walking outside, but Undyne followed. Before long, we were at the Beserker training area. Both Asgores’ were watching them clobber each other. As we got cloer, I could see F.Asgore sweating. 
   “Ah, there you are! And how was it?” C.Asgore asked.
   “Weeeel… I might of stabbed one of them with my knife…” I replied. C.Asgore sighed and F.Asgore facepalmed. 
   “It was a small slip up, next time she will put her knife ON the rack BEFORE stabbing a guy, right Chara?” Undyne looked at me. 
   “Yeah, I get it.” I replied. 
   “Well, this sure was a interesting day. I guess we better return to the settlement.” F.Asgore took his trident from the weapon rack behind him and it disappeared in his robes. 
   “Well, bye Undyne! Thanks for allowing me to join!” I waved as I started walking back towards the Blacksite gates. 
   “Yes, I look forward to returning here.” F.Asgore remarked as both Asgores’ followed me. 
   “See ya next time, kid!” Undyne waved back.
   “Speaking of next time, what’s the training schedule?” I asked, walking backwards. 
   “Stun Lancers train on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Beskerers train Tuesdays and Thursdays!” Undyne shouted back right before I got out of ear range. We shared one last wave before getting out of sight, and started to return to the Blacksite, the setting sun casting a warm orange glow across the horizon. 


Chapter 8: Midnight Scare
(Fell Chara’s Point of View)
   When we got back, it was already late. F.Asgore went back to the fell settlement and C.Asgore followed me back inside the main house of the classic settlement. Inside, everyone was still crowded around F.Frisk.
   “We're back!” I shouted as I walked inside. Everyone turn to look as C.Asgore went upstairs.
   “And still in one piece.” C.Chara remarked. I rolled my eyes at him. 
   “I did stab a guy in the ankle outta force of habit…” I mumbled. Everyone but C.Chara facepalmed.    
   “You owe me five bucks.” F.Asriel commented to F.Frisk. 
   “Alright, get ready and I’ll have F.Sans punch you 5 times in the chest.” F.Frisked countred. F.Sans cracked his knuckles and gave F.Asriel a sarcastic smile. F.Asriel rolled his eyes and C.Toril walked into the living room. 
   “I hope you had fun, Chara. Now, it’s getting late. We should all head to bed.” We all nodded our agreement and proceeded to go upstairs, besides F.Frisk and F.Sans of course. 
   “Night everyone!” I shouted to everyone before walking in my room, shutting the door and crawling in the bed. At least I did not have to worry about sharing the bed tonight. 
   I heard yelling coming from downstairs in the middle of the night… it sounded like F.Frisk. I jumped outta bed and ran outside into the hall where C.Chara, C.Frisk, and C.Asriel were already outside. F.Asriel wandered outside a bit after I did. The five of us stormed down the stairs to see F.Frisk and F.Sans on the couch. F.Frisk was crying and was practically glued to F.Sans, mumbling something about everything dying around her. 
   “What the hell happened?” C.Chara asked as we reached the couch, F.Sans shrugged. 
   *“I don’t know… she just woke up… almost bolted right outta bed… she gave me one worried look and latched on like a bee to a flower. And the- wait a sec…” F.Sans squinted and looked at F.Frisk’s worried eyes. Then, a faint purple mist started to resonate from her head. 
   “What’s that… purple stuff…?” I asked, sounding more stupid than it did in my head. 
   *“Oh... what is it called...pyi? Psi? Psionics! One of those Xcom Psi Ops must of used that insanity ability, triggering F.Frisk’s panic.” F.Sans explained, still holding on to F.Frisk. C.Chara already had his knife out and was walking towards the door. 
   “Let’s go find this prick!” He shouted, booting open the door. But when we ran outside… he ran straight into… well… one of the amalgamates from Underfell. Worst of all, it was Snowdrake’s Mother… the creepiest of all in my opinion. 
   “What the hell is that…!?” C.Chara shouted from outside. Suddenly, F.Frisk fell off the couch, and sat up holding her head.
   “Owwwww….what happened!?” F.Frisk groaned. 
   *“Welcome back. Someone Mind-Panicked you and now one of the amalgamates are outside.” F.Sans replied, pointing outside where C.Chara was still frozen in place in front of Snowdrake’s Mother. F.Frisk shivered at the sight of the amalgamate.
   “Ugh… she’s so scary! And depressing mind you… regardless, I’ll go calm her down.” F.Frisk stood up and ran outside. 
   “W...what do we do with this thing…?” C.Chara asked F.Frisk, still trembling a bit. 
   “Maybe you should just go find that Psi Op, you're kinfe is just scareing her.” F.Frisk replied.
   “How do you think I feel?” C.Chara rolled his eyes and ran off. I turned to look at the amalgamate and took a deep breath. She tried doing an attack, but it completely missed… it’s still depressing seeing her...even after so many times. I tried saying a bad Ice pun… that always calms her down, last I remembered. The amalgamate laughed softly and slowly faded away, hopefully back to the Fell Lab. I looked down and shivered… suddenly the sounds of screaming and gurgling were heard in the distance. C.Chara walked back to the house, covered in blood. 
   “Mission accomplished?” I asked as both of them walked back into the house. F.Frisk nodded. 
   *“I guess I should head back to the Blacksite, make sure everything is ok there. Will you be ok F.Frisk?” F.Sans asked, standing up. 
   “I should be, thanks for staying by me.” F.Frisk gave F.Sans a big hug and he teleported away. 
   “Anyway, I need to go have a shower… clean all this dame blood off me.” C.Chara ran upstairs and soon the shower was heard. F.Asriel wandered back to bed along with C.Asriel. That left F.Flowey, C.Flowey, C,Frisk and myself still sitting here. 
   “Man, that was something.” F.Frisk sighed, sitting back on the couch. “I don’t think I can fall asleep after that…” She added. 
   “Reminds me of my nightmares from when I was still sharing Asriel’s soul” C.Flowey commented. 
   “Really? Cause back in my timeline, myself and Asriel were kinda the good guys. Sure, Asriel was not always the nicest kid, but he did get serious after the first couple Genocide routs. It was F.Sans who always stole the souls… turning into Omega Sans.” F.Flowey rambled. 
   “Omega Sans huh?” C.Frisk rubbed his chin.
   “What?” C.Flowey asked. 
   “Don’t remember that part of your timeline…?” F.Flowey replied. 
   “I don’t know… I lost a lot of Asriel’s memories after we got separated. But I barely remember my Omega form…” C.Flowey shivered. 
   “I don’t need any memories to know that F.Asriel is fine. Not like I’d have them anyway, we were never fused in the first place.” F.Flowey yawned. 
   “Yeah, I guess I should go check on him. Night everyone!” C.Flowey disappeared. C.Frisk started walking back upstairs.
   “You sure you can’t back to sleep?” C.Frisk asked F.Frisk.
   “Who am I kidding, I’m still tried, but I think I’m gonna stay down here for tonight as well. You two go on a head, I’ll see ya in the morning.” F.Frisk replied. Both myself and C.Frisk wandered upstairs and into our own bedrooms. Another night with the bed all to myself. 


Chapter 9: The Prank And A Surprise 
(Fell Frisk’s Point of View)
   The next morning, I woke up by rolling off the side of the couch and landing upside down against the side of it. C.Toirel was already up, she slept on the other half of the couch last night after C.Asgore kept her up with his snoring. Regardless, I groaned and got back up. At least my side has healed up enough that I could walk now, it is still a little sore but for the most part, the scab was fully healed. 
   “Ah, you're up now. I hope you had a good sleep.” C.Toriel said as I got up. 
   “Regardless of what happened last night, I feel better today.” I replied.
   “That’s always good. I noticed you can walk now.” C.Toriel smiled at me as F.Asriel appeared on top of the stairs.
   “Did you sleep down here or something too, Toriel? I did not hear you wake up.” F.Asriel asked, rubbing his eyes. 
   “Yes, dear, I did. Can you do me a favor and wake the others up?” C.Toriel replied. F.Asriel’s face grew a evil smile as he disappeared back into the hallway. Suddenly, we heard a loud air horn go off and a bunch of scared gaspes. F.Asriel laughed uncontrollably as multiple pillows were thrown at him. 
   “DO THAT AGAIN AND I’LL BITE YOU, ASRIEL!” F.Flowey yelled. 
   “You are SO annoying, you know that right!” C.Chara snapped. 
   “I almost peed myself…” C.Asriel muttred. 
   “That made me jump, and I’m all the way down here!” I yelled. 
   “It got you all to wake up, did it not?” F.Asriel walked down the stairs, followed by a angry mod. Breakfast was about to start, when we all heard engine sounds from outside.
   “What was that…?” I asked.
   “More Xcom?” F.Chara offered. Suddenly the door swung open and we saw C.Papyrus standing there… with a little girl beside him, about the same age as C.Chara, Frisk, and Asriel.