Heyall! I'm going to Hawaii next week….I'm uploading now, and I'm trying my very hardest to write another chapter BEFORE I leave, and then I can upload it from Hawaii, but I don't know if I can get that done. Hopefully I can at least get something short up for y'all! 3

I don't think I'll be able to get it done, and I'm really sorry the chapters have been short. I've been trying to focus on quality, and with it the length kinda died down. After my vacation Ill make sure to get up a long one. (It'll be a few weeks 3 Thank you for your patience and all that) If you got questions ask away! :D

Mettaton was such a laugh. He had always been, so it was such a shame that Frisk had decided to kill him as well. Their conversation was short, and she ignored most of his little speech about Alphys being a genius. He would be gone soon too, crushed under her blade, and then she would be closer to her goal. So much closer.

In reality, she probably had enough LV to finish the thing once and for all. Chara had some as well, quite a bit, actually, but Frisk still hadn't come to that realization. With both of their powers combined, they could completely obliterate the timeline and build a new one from scratch. Even outside of the Underground wouldn't be protected. That wasn't the plan, though. Frisk simply wanted to die.

Chara wanted to make things right.

The two knew they weren't on the same level, but they didn't even know the extreme levels of disagreement. Chara's plan contrasted with Frisk's, and the human knew her friend didn't agree, but she had no idea Chara was going to try and steal it right out from under her nose. Their friendship was strung together by the simple threads of their memories.

It didn't stop Frisk. If anything, it spurred her onwards and through Hotland. There were remnants of obvious abandonment everywhere. The place was deserted and the procedure was obviously hurried. Alphys had seen everything Frisk had done. She knew and had witnessed her crush dying, as well as all of the other monsters of the underground.

The dinosaur had always been the strongest monster of them all. But now, as Frisk's mind wandered back to Alphys, she realized that this situation would have set her off the edge. That as soon as everyone was safe, she would break. Her vision blurred at the thought of it.

Maybe that was what all the monsters did. Maybe they all lost hope as an unstoppable human killed their brothers and sisters, their friends and family. And now, as they clung together with strings of panic, their hero was gone too. Few monsters were lucky to make it out alive, and even luckier to have friends there with them. Alphys had been their saviour, and nobody would have expected it.

"Frisk you never answered my question." Chara let out a sharp sigh, the question coming back to her mind just as Frisk landed from an air vent. The human stumbled forward a bit before turning back to glare.

"What question?" she snapped hastily in response. Despite her curiosity, she continued to walk onward, finally weaving her way past the patterns of wind vents.

The annoyance was obvious in her slurred, careless words. Chara crossed her arms."About your plan. I deserve to know, at least." She scrunched up her freckled nose and floated a little bit quicker.

"Why?"

A soft growl of irritation left her. She felt like a wild dog, and bared her teeth at the path in front of them. "Why? There are a lot of reasons 'why." Frisk was behind her now, but she turned to hold out her fingers and began to count away. "Because you didn't ask me, you're being selfish, if you're plan involves killing me I should know. There is a few." She huffed and turned back around with her hands on her hips.

Frisk snorted. "Sure, you might deserve to know….but…" Her expression fell. The dark red eyes that were constantly glazed over seemed to show a bit of sadness amongst the fire reflected in them.

"Yeah, I do. But what, Frisk?" The disgust rolled throughout her. This human, this human that had been her friend, was a terrible person. She was a monster. "But you're too selfish?"

Her frown deepened. "But I don't trust you."

"HAH! You, don't trust me?! That's a laugh, Frisk. I am soooo amused right now." She rolled her eyes, her face burning with rage. It was idiotic. For all of the LV she had, there was plenty of emotion stirring in her heart. She was trying, wasn't she? Trying to make Frisk smile, try to be friends again.

To recall the good memories they had and lighten the mood. She was trying so, so hard, and yet Frisk didn't 'trust' her. It was hilarious. So hilarious that her heart began to boil with an unquenchable rage. Chara wanted to strangle Frisk.

"Yeah, I guess." Frisk walked past the ghost, who was frozen in place. She ignored the pain obvious in Chara's expression, and the fists clenched so tight her nails might have drawn blood if she had a body. Frisk didn't really care.

Mettaton was on her mind, and she'd get to him soon enough. A little muffin patiently awaited for her arrival, however, and she was determined to get there with plenty of time to spare. A little bit of spider tea never hurt anyone. It was perhaps one of the most interesting, and maybe even challenging battles she had faced. Undyne was near impossible, as was Sans, though he was out of the way already, but the Spider Queen's attacks varied each battle.

They had an order, but the positioning was always different. Muffet was a worthy opponent. It was too bad she would die.

Well, not really. It was for a wonderful cause.

Frisk blinked at a yellow spark before reaching her hands into the glowing material. A wave of warmth washed over her, and she tilted her head back to sigh contentedly. Determination. It kept her from dying, but it stopped her from giving up. She would never give up as long as she lived, considering her goal was to die.

Her eyes burned and she blinked back tears as a sudden wave of sadness replaced the warmth. Frisk immediately recoiled from the spark in disgust, her eyes narrowing with anger. She didn't need sadness. Right?

She reached up to wipe away a tear, but it had already dried from the heat.

Stupid.

The thought was so strong that it drifted over to Chara. Her anger had been blowing up like a balloon, but that simple comment was a sharp needle that broke her heart. The comment hadn't been meant for her, but this fact was unknown. She shut out the world and withdrew to herself, plotting her revenge.

Frisk simply continued on, knowing what was to happen next. The final battle with Mettaton. It brought a shiver of pleasure to knock down his bluster and bragging, going on and on about how smart and talented he was. It didn't matter for in the end Mettaton still faced her, and Mettaton still lost.

Muppet had been as easy as her spider cakes. It took a couple tries, but she soon overtook the Spider Queen. Her minions scattered into the darkest corners of the underground to mourn.

Even Frisk's amusement died at watching Mettaton's comedies. Both of the competitors were rushing through their encounters, anticipating the future fight. They wanted to get on with it already. At least Frisk did. Mettaton, as much as he wanted to hurry onward, was enjoying drawing out the drama.

Chara hadn't talked at all, but Frisk tried to ignore the uneasiness in the back of her mind at the fact. She was tempted to try communicating, but it might prove that Chara was ignoring her. It was better to leave the silence as it was, obviously.

The hotel was magnificent. Even though it was nearly abandoned, and obviously hastily evacuated, the floors sparkled. It was a stark contrast compared to the last time she had seen it. Which, ironically, was in the future. Everything had been dark, gloomy, and coated in a thick layer of dust. While it wasn't necessarily spotless, indeed there were a few odd colored stains here and there, it was still very grand. Yet Frisk didn't care.

She blanked her way right through the process of buying some supplies and then hurried onward. Her footsteps didn't stop until she reached the elevator. And after that she was almost there.

The human paused at the door, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. This was the last one. The very last battle before Asgore. Taking in a shaky breath, she clenched her fists, berating herself for feeling that disgraceful fear once again. Undyne had terrified her enough. This would be easy. With a small push, the door opened.

And in stood the robot, waiting for her. Even though he remained motionless, there was a dramatic flair to the situation. If the square brick of a television could grin, he would have had a huge one spread across his face.

Because he remained unmoving, Frisk had to bring up the action. She waltzed in with calculated grace, a growing, confident smirk upon her face.

"My, my. Look who finally arrived."