Chara walked half heartedly up the driveway, up to the door of their New New Home. Seriously... that is what Asgore decided to call this bastion of monster and human kind relations. The first city erected by monsters since the barrier was broken and Frisk and Asgore went on to become the official ambassadors to rebuild the still tattered bridge between the two races.

Chara on the other hand was given a much less important task. Going to school and not killing anyone. The look of frustration covered her features as she walked into the comfy looking, ranch style, house. After removing her green jacket and tossing it aside, followed by kicking off her shoes, and throwing her book bag into a corner she quickly retreated to the sanctity of her room. Or... at least that was the plan.

A large white figure wearing a long blue dress poked her head out of the kitchen and stopped Chara mid-stride. "Welcome home, my child." Toriel greeted as the smell of warm, chocolate creme, pie wafted from the other room. "I thought you might like to help yourself to a nice slice of pie and talk about your day."

The child rolled her red eyes to the ceiling and contemplated the offer. "I might... I might not." The thought of the pie left her conflicted. "I don't know... Is HE here?" She scowled... Even talking about the comedian left her blood at a constant boil.

Toriel's eyes lowered and her smile waned. "Of course he is. We talked about this before, my child."

Chara scoffed. "No... you talked about it while I more or less listened." Her appetite quickly dissolved. "I'm going now, mom."

Toriel quickened pace to keep up with Chara as she continued trek down the hall. "But... what about your day at school?" She quickly changed the subject.

"It was fine." Chara mumbled.

"Did you make any friends today?" Toriel responded with a hint of optimism.

"No..." Chara spat out.

Toriel stammered for a few moments as Chara reached the door. "W-w-well did you learn anything new today in class, dear?"

Chara looked back at Toriel with a half smile, but hurt in her eyes. "Yeah... I don't like school." She shut the door behind her rather hard. On the outside of it was written on a piece of paper "New Barrier. (Chara's Room) Present 7 Human Souls to Enter."

Chara took a bit of a running start and face planted on her bed.

Toriel let off a soft sigh. "What am I to do with you, child?"

A short and stumpy skeleton emerged behind her. "Welp, I guess that she didn't "Chara" bit about me being here, huh?"

Toriel tried to keep a straight face, but cracked a smile. "She just needs time, Sans. She'll warm up to us eventually."

Sans continued his pun assault. "I'm great at eating time away. In fact I can often go up for Seconds"

Toriel laughed this time. "Stop it, Sans. I'm trying to be serious here." She once again gazed at the door between her and Chara. "I hope this works..."

Sans stood next to her and wrapped an arm around Toriel as far as it would reach. "I hope so too, Tori. You two deserve it this time."

(An hour passes)

Chara stirred awake after being startled by a nearby noise. She lifted her face from the pillow as bright lights burned her eyes. She was surprised to see someone else in the room wearing a long, white, lab coat. She gasped and shot up into a sitting position. "Who are you?!... and why are you in MY room?"

The older boy looked at her as she gave him the most sincere of death glares. He paid it no mind. Actually he barely looked away a few seconds from what he was doing to answer. "I'm The Intern... I'm here to install the prototype as Dr. Alphys instructed."

Chara was a bit peeved that she was being ignored. So she tried again. This time with a little more snarl in her voice. "Did you not read the sign?... Why are you here, human?"

"I did see that sign..." Again The Intern brushed off her attempts of intimidation and just answered in a melancholy voice. "The subject is to be given this prototype gaming console. She is to engage in random bouts of entertainment in order to sate her desires of inflicting bodily harm. Her activities are to be documented for further research purposes."

Chara scoffed in disgust... "Please tell me she didn't install a camera in that thing."

The Intern showed off a small camera on top of the TV. "Actually it's a head cam. I guess you are supposed to have that on you while you play this stuff."

Chara didn't like this already. "I'm not going to sit around and play this like some puppet for her entertainment... and WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!" She clenched her fists as she was very close to striking this kid for invading her sanctuary.

The Intern stepped back and pushed a switch. The machine activated and the TV screen blinked on. "Activation of the prototype deemed a success. Cooperation of the subject deemed... less so." He scribbled some notes on a clip board.

Chara had enough. "Are you even listening to me? Hey?." Chara gave The Intern a shove prompting the battle sequence to begin. The two stood looking at each other as their souls exited their bodies in preparation.

The Intern sighed. "Must we do this? It's my first day on the job." He looked as Chara seemed to be contemplating her first bare fist attack. He admired her soul. "So vibrant and red... full of determination." He compared it to his own which gave Chara pause.

"Hey... what's wrong with your soul?" Chara walked up to it and touched it with her hand. It was faded and blackened, but still the color red dominated it's aura. "It's so... cold."

The Intern was not amused by her fascination with his soul... but it did give him an idea. "Say... why don't we test out this machine and I will tell you all about it...? Well, at least what I know of it."

Chara looked at him with a speculative gaze. "Alright I guess... but only because I want to see if your soul is worth the taking." She walked up to the machine. "So how does this work?"

The Intern handed Chara the controller that came with the prototype. "You kinda control this digital version of yourself and use it to fulfill certain objectives and "Win the Game"" He said with air quotes. "This is supposed to make you feel better according to Dr. Alphys. Give you a sense of achievement and destress you from the doldrums of human life."

Chara looked at him blankly. "All I said was I got bored."

The Intern rearranged his explanation. "Okay this will make you not that. I guess?" He shrugged his shoulders.

Chara looked at the screen. "Fine... but your story better be worth it." She started to press all the buttons. Then started to do funky motions with the controller like as if it was a fishing line trying to get something to work. She looked at The Intern a bit frustrated.

"Oh!... Right!. The games." The Intern produced a box with a bunch of games of various shapes and sizes. Some in cartridge form, others in CD form. "Unfortunately the Prototype only mirrors the specific system's hardware. The original software still must be used to make the games work. So Dr. Alphys sent me to a used games store... I didn't know what to get so I kinda just bought a whole bunch of random stuff out of the bargain bin and such." He grabbed the first game he touched and looked at the label. "Oh... I don't think you should play this one. It's extremely violent. It has an M rating."

Chara quirked her eyebrow in interest. "Like, what kind of violence?" She smirked. "I won't tell anybody if you don't."

The Intern sighed. "Alright, but I still have to monitor your progress. So let's set you up a chair so we can get your pretty face on camera. Or whatever."

Chara felt her face flush at the comment, but decided to strike the boy in the shoulder to relieve herself from it. "It's not pretty or whatever. Don't say stuff like that." She lowered her head.

The Intern didn't so much as flinch at the strike or the comment. "If you say so... I was just trying to ease your tension about the camera."

Chara hid her face even more. "Well you blew it... badly."

The Intern took the first game out of it's case and put it in the large, multi-functional, machine's Disc Drive. He then set up a chair next to Chara's and prepared to start jotting down observations.

Chara scooted her chair away from the boy as she moved the camera to center her and keep him out of the picture. "So what is this game called, anyways?"

He looked at the box. "Grand Theft Auto: Vice City"

(Thanks for everyone's contributions in the reviews. I'm so glad they actually appeared finally. Starting next chapter I put them all to good use. Now for everyone's favorite part. The part where I say I don't claim ownership of any licenses. Undertale and all of it's characters belong to Toby Fox. The concept for "Genocide For Life" is inspired by Team Four Star: Gaming's Renegade For Life series. Grand Theft Auto: Vice City is published by Rockstar Games... and will be featured in my next chapter, GTA: Knife City.)