Everything stopped. Time pausing and the light disappeared. Only black. She hadn't dared to use it in… forever. But… she couldn't do it without Frisk.

What was she thinking? Why did she care?

Chara was a demon. She cared for no one but herself. Monsters were only in the way of her goal. So why did she care that Frisk was having fun?

She felt nothing. Nothing.

Chara stood perfectly straight in the darkness. Frisk was in front of the Reset button. One hand to her side, the other holding a knife.

"Greetings, Partner."

"Well, now. That explains it. What do you want?"

Frisk still wasn't looking at her. Still staring at the button.

"Why not just erase this pointless world? What are you trying to prove by this?"

Thick silence fell.

Chara wasn't surprised when she heard her cry. After all, Frisk was a kid. In over her head.

Frisk loved everyone. She had never wanted to do the fruit genocide run. Chara had influenced her to do it. It was her idea. She didn't want to kill anyone. Chara was the one who was evil.

"Frisk… this isn't like you. You're a good person. This is me. I did this to you… So if there's anyone in this situation who should be blamed, it's me."

Chara began to choke. Why was she so emotional all the sudden?

"Asriel was right. I wasn't a good person. I was a bad sibling...and a bad friend.

"But...you have the chance to be better. Better than me. Be the friend Asriel should've had. Be the angel this world deserves. You can be better than me. You are better than me…

"If not for my sake, then for yours…" Frisk dropped to the floor, sobbing. The knife fell to the floor. Chara's tears welled and began to stream down.

She walked over to Frisk who was facing her on the floor. Chara hugged Frisk as tight as she could. Wet, heavy tears pierced their shoulders.

Chara hugged her, not wanting to let go. Frisk was scared. Just like her. A scared little girl lashing out at the world. Hurting others just so she wouldn't hurt herself.

"You know what to do…" Chara whispered.

"Yeah…"

Chara felt a jab into stomach. She felt blood drip down her lips. Blood welled at the stab wound and she started choking. Her body went limp and Frisk shoved her onto the floor.

She couldn't believe it. She watched Frisk stand and wiped away the tears, her vision hazy.

"I never liked you. Should've just stayed out of it. Don't give me any of your bullcrap!"

She whipped around and grabbed Chara's chin, squeezing it.

"Demon? You called yourself that? You're just a wimp! A little kid playing pretend! You're nothing like a demon."

Frisk grinned and dropped her down again, her face slamming against the floor.

"You're right. I'm better than you. Better at everything you say you are. I see why your brother might mistake you for me. Some people can't see through copycats.

Frisk kicked her in the gut, blood spraying out onto the floor. Chara groaned in pain and cried.

"You're an idiot if you ever thought that you were the one in control. It was painfully too obvious who was pulling the strings."

Chara closed her eyes.

What?

Why?

"And at least, I have the decency to not steal someone's kill.

Frisk stomped on Chara's hand, causing tiny bones to fracture. She screamed out in pain and Frisk scoffed.

"Honestly, you're pathetic. Why do I even spend so much time on you?

"Goodbye, partner."