Now listen. This chapter may be confusing. It's a dream/vision thing. Chara is seeing this in her dream and yea-

The she stands. A human that looks surprisingly like her in front of her. The knife in their hand covered in dust and blood. She could swear she heard piano music playing in the background. A gloomy tune that made her remember all the bad times. The most recent one running through her head is her brother being killed. But a small light. Hope shined through. The dark tune now had an uplifting melody. One she's heard when with that monster she loves.

She can ssee her reflection in the brown eyes in front of her. She looked older. Taller. Stronger...

Horns curling down from the side of her head and stopping at her temple. Glowing red eyes went well with the flames in her hands. A trident strapped to her back, the red one that belonged to her father. And small rainbow stars coming from her feet, allowing her to hover slightly above the dirt.

"Frisk. You've come too far. You've killed everyone. My friends, my family, and my hope. When i first saw you, i thought of myself. The hope of the underground. A ray of sunshine that would bring back happiness. But you brought death and despair. No remorse. I saw no guilt in your eyes after you killed them. There was not even a hint of regret. And then you did it again. And again. And again. So many times that i have grown sick of watching this..."

Chara took the weapon from her back. Summoning forth her own determination let her open the menu, and she slammed the red weapon over the RESET button, destroying it. She then smashed the LOAD button.

"You can't hurt anyone else. No more. You'll fight me, if it comes to that.

The younger human only smirked. Red flashing in those eyes. They ran at Chara, aiming the knife to her chest. Chara grabbed their wrist, the blade only inches from her chest. The flames coming from her hands burned the tanned skin, but she didn't let go. They showed no mercy. Why should she?

"I know you can talk. Why don't you?"

The child stayed silent, pulling themselves free from Chara's grip. They twirled the blade in their hand before holding it still once again. They were waiting. They tried to attack, and now it's Chara's turn.

The girl took the weapon from her back and spun it, flames shooting towards the child and rainbow stars exploding from those flames. Chara had no pattern to memorize. She was unpredictable and changed up the kind of attack every time. It was rare that she used the same type of pattern.

Frisk was having a bit of trouble dodging everything. They ended up getting hit a few times, but once tthey had the chance, they lunged forward and went to slice Chara. But once again they had no luck. She stepped out of the way, tripping the child as they ran past.

Chara gave a small laugh, once again attacking, but this time while Frisk was on the ground. She took the trident and stabbed it down into the child's back. Flames coming out of the end of it and burning them.

Frisk managed to push her away, getting themselves free and out of danger. They took something from their pocket and as they tried to slice at Chara's arm, they shoved the thing into their mouth. HP going back up. Chara slapped Frisk on the back of the head as they got close enough to hit. This made them fall forward. This time, instead of laying on the ground, Frisk scrambled to get up.

Chara let those rainbow stars rain down. Each one exploding and making more when they were close to the child. Frisk somehow managed to avoid all of them.

And when they attacked, they actually got a hit in. No, it's not enough to kill the girl, but it's enough to make her weak.

"Can't you just die!? I'm sick of you! I want everything to go back to normal! But you just had to come and ruin EVERYTHING!!"

Finally the anger took over. Chara had the flames surround the child from all angles. They then rushed towards them, burning the murderer.

Frisk held onto that one last bit of determination. They ran towards Chara, watching the tears run down her face and the frustration and anger take over her soul.

A line of red was now across her neck. She put her hand there to make sure it wasn't just her imagination, collapsing to her knees as she did. A black substance came from her eyes and mouth. And she went down. A pool of blood under her and the grin of that megalomaniac burned in her vision.

Everything went dark