Diary Number Twenty-Seven
Dear Diary, the plan is so close. All that is left is to collect the buttercups, and then it will work.
To be honest, I'm having doubts as well, but I try to keep them away from my brother. He won't go along with the plan otherwise. But that's not all. I love mom and dad, too. They've only ever loved me and cared for me, as have all the monsters, even though it's difficult to accept a human in their society.
But after what the humans did to my family, I'm willing to risk everything to get revenge. It's the least I can do for them.
When I jumped down that pit, I was expecting death. I wanted my life to end. But Toriel and Asgore had saved me from that fate. I realized I had so much more than I had thought.
Your Best Friend,
Chara Dreemurr
Diary Number Twenty-Eight
I have the buttercups. About time.
Your Best Friend,
Chara Dreemurr
Diary Number Twenty-Nine
I decided to do something nice for my family, since it's my last day here. I drew them all pictures. Mainly ones of something special for them. For Mom, me and her; for Dad, mom and him sharing a cup of tea; for Papyrus, spaghetti; for Sans, I just wrote down every pun I could think of; for Undyne, an intense battle between her and a murderous human; for Alphys, all the characters in Mew Mew Kissy Cutie; for Mettaton, legs; for Asriel, the character of his fantasies: Asriel Dreemurr, god of Hyperdeath.
Tonight, I feasted on as much butterscotch-cinnamon pie as I could, a nagging feeling in the back of my head hoping it would heal me from the buttercup poisoning later.
Your Best Friend,
Chara Dreemurr
Diary Number Thirty
If you're reading this, mom, dad, I'm dead and you know what I've been planning. I just want to say thank you, and you are the best parents I ever had. Thank you so much for everything you've done. But now, I have to go. Next thing you know, you'll be free, but not with me.
That is my destiny. To save the monsters with the sacrifice of my own life.
Goodbye.
Your Best Friend,
Chara Dreemurr