Hell. It was hell. The place she loved. Burned to ashes. Flowers wilting. Fire in the background. Shadows looming overhead. Bodies lying on the ground.
Broken pieces of glass scattered around as she stepped forward. She was there, wasn't she?
"Chara?"
"Go away." The voice came out muffled, and it sounded as though she was close to crying again.
"We can make this better, Chara. All we have to do is—"
"Think positive?"
"No, but it will help us. We can restart again. Erase our mistakes. Pretend we didn't restart at all before, right?"
"Then why make that wish in the first place?"
It was a much lighter voice, one full of energy. One that sounded familiar.
"You?" Frisk gasped. "I-I thought you were dead."
"You hoped, didn't you? So I wouldn't interfere? So I didn't mess with your plans that would 'make the world a better place?'"
"No, i-it was the Player—"
"Humans, always making excuses for their actions. But this time you'll pay, right?"
"N-no, I mean—"
"It's your responsibility. What you caused, you'll have to pay for."
"Then what will we do?"
Chara stepped out of a collapsed building, hiding her surprise with a cold tone.
"You'll have to choose, of course. The universe is gone, and you're the only survivors. So it's up to you."
"What will you be doing?"
"Watching your progress. If you fail to do so, everyone will die and this time, it'll be permanent."
"You're threatening us?"
"It's the way of the past and future." Though for some reason, his reply didn't satisfy Chara.
"What about you? I suppose you'll be happy, with no more people to guard?"
He chose to ignore this comment, but Frisk didn't.
"Why are you being so cold? You haven't seen him in a while."
"It's none of your business," Chara snarled.
Thankfully, Frisk was spared when he spoke again.
"It's time now. You'll have to choose quickly."
A flower materialized out of nowhere onto the ground to the left, and on the right, a button appeared.
Chara looked thoughtfully at the two options, then opened her mouth.
Then closed it.
And she walked forward into Frisk, and merged within her.
Frisk glanced at each hesitantly. The coldness of his stare didn't make it helpful. Still, everyone depended on her.
She had to make a choice.
They had to make a choice.
"We choose..."