"God, but it was me. It's - there's nothing about it that wasn't me." They had once been LV19, after all. They cannot pretend otherwise. They'd been the sort of dusty, unemotive creature that Flowey had fled from in quivering terror. What solace is there in the reassurance they aren't as bad as the Chara that showed up on Halloween if they are exactly that bad?
"It wasn't like Trash Chara." Variations on a theme. A rounder face, a taller frame, a spray of freckles over their nose. "Wasn't a knockoff. It had my body."
"It wasn't like a mirror." A distortion. A version missing something uniquely quintessential to their identity. "It had my determination. It had my heart." Or lack thereof, ha ha.
"It wasn't like you had a nightmare." A snapshot in time. A figment of Frisk's imagination. "It knew about words I never told you. I can't even trust my memories are proof I'm me, because it had those, too. It remembered things you weren't there for. Wonderland things! Stuff that happened even here, where things are different, where I'm supposed to be more than a whisper rattling in your head! It had my mind!"
Chara stares down at their hands blankly, flexing and unflexing the scarred fingers. The same scars that Chara had, too.
"What makes someone a person, Frisk...? Memories, personality, a physical existence? A SOUL...? Everyone seems so sure that wasn't me. Everyone acts like it's stupid to question it. But - but how do they know? What if I am that Chara, and my SPELL just switched us around? What if Wonderland summoned a Chara like that because that reflects what my true nature is, deep down? What if I'm just another trick Wonderland is pulling, fooling everyone into thinking Chara Dreemurr is here? What proves someone's real?"
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"It wasn't like Trash Chara." Variations on a theme. A rounder face, a taller frame, a spray of freckles over their nose. "Wasn't a knockoff. It had my body."
"It wasn't like a mirror." A distortion. A version missing something uniquely quintessential to their identity. "It had my determination. It had my heart." Or lack thereof, ha ha.
"It wasn't like you had a nightmare." A snapshot in time. A figment of Frisk's imagination. "It knew about words I never told you. I can't even trust my memories are proof I'm me, because it had those, too. It remembered things you weren't there for. Wonderland things! Stuff that happened even here, where things are different, where I'm supposed to be more than a whisper rattling in your head! It had my mind!"
Chara stares down at their hands blankly, flexing and unflexing the scarred fingers. The same scars that Chara had, too.
"What makes someone a person, Frisk...? Memories, personality, a physical existence? A SOUL...? Everyone seems so sure that wasn't me. Everyone acts like it's stupid to question it. But - but how do they know? What if I am that Chara, and my SPELL just switched us around? What if Wonderland summoned a Chara like that because that reflects what my true nature is, deep down? What if I'm just another trick Wonderland is pulling, fooling everyone into thinking Chara Dreemurr is here? What proves someone's real?"