"None of that happened because I was me. It just happened because there was a SOUL around. It could have been anybody filling that space, as long as there was a body filling it." It would have been ideal, in fact, if it had been somebody else. Someone who could live up to what Asriel had wanted. Someone who wouldn't mess all of it up because they thought they could make things even better. If they could change more than just the name attached to it... then everything would have gone right the first time. There wouldn't have been any need for six children to fall, for Asriel to suffer, for a marriage to fall to pieces.
"But we've already thought about this, haven't we?" They offer, quietly. "If we changed it, if we took ourselves out of it... we'd never know each other." Maybe Asriel, Toriel, Asgore had been able to move on to something happier by replacing Chara, right? Their child, their future, the friend they really wished for. But... "I can't replace you with anyone."
Chara laughs, presses their drawing a little harder to their chest, even if they're crinkling the paper. "When Sans told me about... all that stuff about us not being constants at all? I... it makes sense if I'm not. It makes sense if I'm not anything at all." Not really a child, not really a part of the world, just a nameless virus spreading across worlds, universes, whatever they exist within. "But there's only one Frisk." They couldn't even begin to imagine it. "I can't imagine a you that's - that's disposable. Interchangeable. I don't want anyone else, even if it's Frisk, if they're not you. If they don't remember wrestling for a stupid list of stuff I like or watching Spirited Away or trading chocolate for licorice... or any of that stuff, then I've lost something I can't ever get back."
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"But we've already thought about this, haven't we?" They offer, quietly. "If we changed it, if we took ourselves out of it... we'd never know each other." Maybe Asriel, Toriel, Asgore had been able to move on to something happier by replacing Chara, right? Their child, their future, the friend they really wished for. But... "I can't replace you with anyone."
Chara laughs, presses their drawing a little harder to their chest, even if they're crinkling the paper. "When Sans told me about... all that stuff about us not being constants at all? I... it makes sense if I'm not. It makes sense if I'm not anything at all." Not really a child, not really a part of the world, just a nameless virus spreading across worlds, universes, whatever they exist within. "But there's only one Frisk." They couldn't even begin to imagine it. "I can't imagine a you that's - that's disposable. Interchangeable. I don't want anyone else, even if it's Frisk, if they're not you. If they don't remember wrestling for a stupid list of stuff I like or watching Spirited Away or trading chocolate for licorice... or any of that stuff, then I've lost something I can't ever get back."