(WIP) Frisk Achra Story

Chapter One: *tentative*
Do it. You won’t.

The message rang through Frisk Achra as she stood atop the dusty dirt path, a high hill almost like a mountain separating her and the bustling metropolis of Onett, Eagleland. One misstep would easily result in death, and that was the very thing she was trying to stop herself from doing as she loomed over the edge.

“I'm not going to jump,” Frisk decided, frightened. Her shoulder length brown hair waved in the wind, blowing parts into her face. She couldn't move her legs, as if they were locked in fear, so she took the time to distract herself by looking at the dark green, somewhat prickly pine trees behind her. The grass was rough with gravel and looked somewhat browned, and the sky, while bright and warm, was filled with wind chills.

Oh, really? What’s to lose? You think people are really going to miss you? Chara Skrif chimed, his tone filled with maleficence, as if he were enjoying Frisk’s horrified reactions. As a dead spirit who lived inside his sister's body, he was able to see all of her memories and force her to think and say things she wouldn’t normally say by hijacking brief control of her actions. Sometimes, if Chara got really angry, he’d be able to take complete control of Frisk, as if he’d gained a new body, but thankfully, those episodes were very rare. Do you really think they’re gonna go, “Ohh, poor Frisk, I wish I’d spent more time with her...”

“Would you shut up already?!” As Frisk yelled at her brother, she felt her leg kick off the edge of the cliff. She panicked, and as she tried to regain her balance, her arms locked up, but she froze in place. The doing of her brother, she figured. Of course he’d want to toy with her and keep her on the edge of her seat before he killed her.

What’s the fun in that, sis? he replied, giggling. Don’t you want to live? You’ll value me if you value your life...  won’t you?

“Chara, this isn’t funny anymore! You’ve gone too––AAAAAH!!” Frisk felt herself leap from the hillside uncontrollably, feeling the cold air hit her face like a punch. She managed to turn around and grasp the edge, although barely, though she had a feeling she’d be made to let go.

You’re so innocent. If only I could just teach you a lesson…

“Chara… Fine! Fine!! I give up! I won’t have another Pokémon battle if you’re going to do this every time!” Tears were streaming down Frisk’s cheeks, desperate to make her brother stop. Chara just laughed uncontrollably, as he would when he did anything of an evil nature. It often drove Frisk near insanity, as she hated how he could make her commit horrible acts and enjoy it more than anything else in the world. He hated the endless reminders of both his presence and the acts he could make her do, for sometimes, he’d go on for hours, laughing and laughing at what he’d done. “Now let me go! Let me live!”

...Well, I guess if I killed you, I couldn’t have all the fun I’ve been having, could I? Chara sighed angrily from within Frisk’s head, and the girl could feel her limbs relaxing. She simply paused for a moment, trying to process what had happened, and slowly made her way back onto the dirt path and towards the downtown metropolis. Frisk’s legs were shaking the whole time she walked down the path, trembling and still in shock, having watched her life flash before her eyes. Her footing was wobbly, and her limbs weak, the unpleasant feeling of a throat tense from anxiety filling her. She scuffled through the route, watching the powdery dust float into the air and disappear, and the wind continued to blow harshly, sending pine needles from the forest’s trees into the air. By the time she’d reached the city, a crowding market brought to life by enthusiastic buyers and exquisite stores built from glass, she could barely breathe from all the worry and stress, and forced herself to rest on the wall of a clothing boutique. The sun was shining into the walls of the stores, illuminating the various items for sale inside, but also partially blinding those who looked directly at the light and leaving a temporary coloured mark in their retinas.

Frisk woke up in a place she didn’t recognize. It felt strangely like… home. The walls were painted a beautiful pastel blue, with plants in the

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