This one-shot was made to celebrate and to thank you guys/gals! I could have never done this without the inspiration, presensce, eagerness, and comedy of you guys/gals! Thank you all for making us reach 10k! Charisk. :)
Chara found herself trapped in a room. As she observed, the room was small, and spikes were glued towards two walls that were pointed onto of each her sides. The other walls that were pointed towards her direction and the opposite of it was made out of soft fabric with lines connecting to each other forming a diamond pattern. Candywrappers, crumbled papers, and torn pieces of clothing were scattered... —a mess. There was something also terrifying. She found an timer and a black speaker hanged on the top middle of a fabricated wall, the wall in which the farthest of her.
And even more terrifying, the timer was active, counting itself towards zero.
And the most terrifying was…
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...she only has three minutes left.
And as she was in the middle of observing, she found something amazing. She found a door. The door was metallic, rusty, and obviously old. There was a window on the middle top of it, 3 column of bars were in it, keeping the hands of a prisoner in their own prison only.
Without a heartbeat, she ran. She ran towards the door. She grabbed the knob and twist it.
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.
…unsuccesful.
She panicked, and began to sweat. She was trap in a dangerous room. And worst of all, she's claustrophobic. The fear of being in a room with a small space.
An idea popped out of her head, she then grabbed the 2 bars of the small window and screamed.
She screamed, and screamed, and screamed.
Only a wave of silence was the only response she got. But she kept on trying. Determination fueling her, she screamed again and again.
… Minutes after, she gave up.
Her throat was now swollen, and dehydration was starting to debilitate her body and mind. She leaned against the door and let herself slid down towards the cold floor, and closed her eyes. Her soul was starting to devitalize. She, the girl who has a soul of Determination, was losing Determination.
Not knowing what to do, she cried.
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…*beep*
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…*beep*
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…*beep*
Her eyes opened, hope filling it. She stood up and frantically searched for the source of the sound.
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… Alas, she found it. It was on the middle of the room. She hurriedly ran, and once tripped, founding herself on the floor, she started to crawl towards it.
She saw the source, a phone. She picked it up.
“C-Chara…?”
A raspy, stuttering, worried, and a male voice came out of the phone's speaker.
“A-Are.. you th-there..?”
She tried to guess the voice.
“F-Frisk…?”
She answered with a raspy, clearly dehydrated, and scared voice.
“Chara…! W-What's happening o-over there…? W-Where are y-you…?”
Her guess was correct. It was Frisk's voice.
Her response was a stream of tears. She was crying… hard.
Still, she told him with hiccups in her sentence.
“I-I'm t-trapped in…” she hiccuped “a r-room.. filled w-with s-s-spikes...”
Her tears were making her struggle to speak.
“H-help..” a hiccup “..me please.”
“So… the message w-was true… d-don't worry... I'll get y-you out of there… I p-promise…!”
A tone of worriness mixed with Determination was what she heard.
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