"I've had enough."

Frisk stared at the box, refusing to look Chara in the eye.

"You heard what he said," Chara said, voice as cold as ice. "He's not going to let us live. He refuses to stay in this world. You're going to kill him this time." Chara's voice rose an octave. "Tell me you've going to kill him this time, Frisk!"

Frisk's hands clenched into fists, and they appeared to be fighting back tears.

"Open your eyes, Frisk!" Chara screeched, "We're getting nowhere! Why did you stop us from Resetting?!" Chara rose into the air, looking on the verge of hysterics. "I actually agree with that dumb comedian! If you really want him to live, why not Reset?! Damn it, I'm letting you- no, I'm ENCOURAGING you to Reset! And yet! You! Said! No!" Chara's voice rose with every word.

Frisk cleared their throat. Chara froze in shock.

"M-maybe... I mean... Last time was different..."

"So THAT'S what this is all about?" Chara said softly. "It's the same deal as when you started down this path, huh?" Chara's face split into a demented grin. "You're curious! You think you can get by without killing Sans, so you want to keep trying, to see what will happen! Is that it?!" Chara flitted close to Frisk, their faces only inches away. "I can already tell you what's going to happen. Everything is so predictable. You're going to Spare Sans again. He's going to kill you without a second thought." Chara's face twisted with fury. "He said it to your face, Frisk! He isn't going to live in this world alone. He refuses. What do you think is going to happen, huh?! That he'll join us on our crusade to destroy this stupid world?" Chara stared hard at Frisk. Frisk was silent yet again.

Chara flitted back to their usual position above the box. "And you were so chatty just a moment ago." Chara tilted their head upward. Suddenly, their eyes lit up. "... Frisk."

Frisk glanced up at Chara, a look of curiosity in their face.

"You're right. Last time WAS different." Chara was staring off into space, a manic grin on their face. "So... Spare him. Spare him again, Frisk." Chara looked down at Frisk, still wearing that twisted smile. "Heck, why don't you just leave your knife here!" Chara patted the box. "Come on, hurry, Sans is waiting!"

Frisk looked at Chara in shock.

"Come on, come on!" Chara flipped around in midair so their feet were nearly touching their head, grinning down at Frisk, a frenzied look in their eyes. "The sooner the better!" Frisk approached the box cautiously and deposited their knife inside. "Good, good!" Chara vanished. "Now let's go see our pal!"

Frisk walked up to Sans slowly, still stunned by Chara's sudden change in behavior. But they didn't have a lot of time to think about it, as Sans appeared before them yet again. Sans looked at Frisk's empty hands, then at their face, then back at their hands.

"Not even bothering to bring your weapon this time, huh?" Sans said, his face an emotionless mask. "I see." Sans raised his hand. Frisk flinched, bracing themselves. Sans raised his other hand. "C'mere."

Frisk stared in shock at Sans, who was smiling at them, arms out for a hug. They stood there for a few moments, unable to comprehend what was happening. Then, with a small cry of joy, Frisk ran forward into the arms of the skeleton. Frisk buried their face into Sans's shoulder, letting their knees go weak from relief.

They stood like this for a few moments before Frisk pulled away, wiping away tears of joy.

"Hey, don't cry, kid." Sans looked at Frisk sadly. "You're not the one that failed."

Frisk looked at Sans in confusion.

Sans was looking at his feet, expression unreadable. "I'm so sorry, Pap..." Sans raised his hand. A Gaster Blaster materialized in front of him. "I just can't."

Frisk gave a small cry and stepped back, arms covering their head in a futile attempt to protect themself.

Sans threw his hand and fired his Blaster...
at himself.

Frisk watched in horror as Sans turned to dust, his soul floating in the air for a moment more before it, too, disappeared.

Chara appeared beside Frisk, laughing hysterically.

"Y-you knew this was going to happen!" Frisk cried, their fists shaking at their sides.

"I told you this was all predictable!" Chara exclaimed, throwing their arms out. "I thought it was obvious, but, apparently, not obvious enough for YOU to notice!"

Frisk lunged at Chara, but passed right through them.

Chara shrugged their act of aggression off. "It doesn't matter how, Sans is dead, so we can move on!" Chara flitted towards the door. "The king's room is right this way, come on, we're so close!" They paused and turned back to face Frisk. "Are... Are you coming?" Frisk didn't move, but stood facing the way they had come, fists tightening. "D-dont tell me..."

Frisk closed their eyes and concentrated.

"Frisk, don't you dare!" Chara yelled, swooping over to hover in front of them. "You can't... not after this much! You got your answer, the only thing that happens if you Spare Sans is that he dies anyway, mystery solved! Don't you want to know what happens when we kill Asgore? Huh?!" Chara pleaded. Getting no response, Chara began to panic. "Frisk, if you do this, no good will come of it! You'll never know what happens! Don't you want your curiosity to be sated? Huh? Partner?!"

Frisk vanished.

The world began to fade.

"... They quit. Heh..." After a brief moment in silence, Chara let out a primal scream of fury. "FRIIIIIIIIIIISK!" Chara slammed their fists onto the ground. "NOOOOOOOOO!" Chara sobbed, tears of hot fury cascading down their face.

They stayed like this for a few minutes, then stood, wiping their face ferociously. They looked around, and saw nothing. Not even the main menu screen, or the world they had come to despise. There was absolutely nothing.

"So. You're finally done, huh?" Chara said, looking up into infinity. "Good riddance..." Chara curled up and put their head on their knees, arms wrapped around their legs. "D-don't come back..." they whimpered. "Don't come back..."