"Look Frisky... I know it was hard for you to murder everyone except for Flowey but you had a reason." Chara said as she started to wipe the tears off of his face. All Frisk wanted to do was leave, but he ended up murdering everyone.
"Yeah Frisk! We can escape and not worry about being murdered anymore!" Flowey said as he wiped a tear off of Frisk's cheek.
"It was hard for me too, but we had to do whatever we could..." Memories flooded Frisk's mind. Slashing Toriel with the giant knife, getting Papyrus to get into one of his own human hunting puzzles, having Undyne die of heat from Hotland and the endless resets against Sans but Mettaton's was the worst of all. He wanted to help the damaged robot, as he knew he had a good heart but it was too late. All of the viewer phone calls told him to commit suicide, so he did just that. Frisk held on to the last piece of the killer robot dearly, one of the gloves that was on one of his four arms. He was so glad this is over.
"Come on you two, let's return to the surface." He said and smiled.