"Aw, what's the matter partner? Still a little torn about how easily I beat your former bf?"
Chara was enjoying herself immensely as she sat down and took a sip of tea, all the while hearing her host crying loudly in her mind.
"You, You monster!"
"Ha-ha, ah, that's where you're wrong Frisk, Sans and everyone else, they are monsters, you and me, we are human, you really should have learnt that."
"I'm NOTHING like you!"
"Oh? Then why did you call to me? Hmm? You were so desperate for my help back then, what's wrong? Not a fan of how I handle things? Partner?"
"YOU, I…"
Chara smiled as she felt Frisk fight, she struggled against her, trying to retake control.
"I like the struggle, and you do to, cause you always come back for more…"
"No, NO!"
She got no further, Chara opened her mind, and tormented her host.
Frisk screamed out in pain and agony, not only from feeling physical suffering but from the horrendous images that she was subject to.
The human girl's savior against Sans's onslaught, was a Jailor of nightmare, one that, reveled in the suffering that she delivered unto her host.
"Ha-ha-ha, hmm, Frisk, Frisk, Frisk, when will you learn? You called me, YOU gave yourself to me, there is no escaping your decision, just accept that, you and I, will be together forever, partner."
Chara giggled further as she relaxed into the chair that she was sitting on.
"I, I will, no, Sans, will, win, you, you don't stand, a chance…"
Her giggling continued.
"You know where we are right partner?"
"T, Tori, Toriel's, house…"
"Hmm, so your memory is still intact? Good girl, keep your sanity and memory as long as you can, it will make it so much more fun when you finally collapse, yes we are in Toriel's house… and Sans can come, I will show him the same 'love' that we showed Toriel…"
"You, can't."
Another session of, disciplining, was brought down upon Frisk.
"I can, and I will, but, I'm sure that, Sans will be deserving of more love than Toriel ever was…"
"…W, What, are, you…?"
She giggled as ideas started to form as to what she was going to do with Sans.
"HE is the most stubborn person I've ever met, not even Asriel was as stubborn as he is when he took my soul…"
"Your, point?"
Putting down the tea Chara sat upright as the ideas grew.
"I really do hope to see him again, and again…"
"What….? Why?"
"It will be fun to see how he, handles me."
Silence echoed out from Frisk as Chara's mind was filled with thoughts of her and Sans, even if they were mostly one sided.
"You're mad!"
Her smile vanished as she scorned Frisk for her interruption.
"There are other ways of, convincing him to spend time with me, you know that right?"
"What, are you, talking about?"
Chara giggled and stood up, walking over to a mirror.
"Sans, Sans, Sans…"
She repeated this action for the better portion of an hour, changing her voice ever so slightly, Frisk, was curious how she was able to do that, but, her thoughts were more occupied with something, far more important.
"Why are you-"
"Sans! Help me!"
She realized now, what her captor was doing.
"Oh Sans, Thank you, Chara, she, left me, get me away from here, please."
Frisk was completely horrified, Chara, was able to completely mimic her voice.
"You, You won't fool him!"
"Oh? The comedian will accept that it is you, that you were able to chase me out and escape…"
She giggled at that and placed her hands over her eyes, she felt pain for a moment as they changed, their color, reverting to the bright emerald green that was Frisk's.
Her voice, her eyes, her body…
Any sign of Chara, was gone, even her signature rosy cheeked smile was gone, replaced by the soft and gentle smile that would have been able to make previous Sans's melt.
"Perfect."
"You, You won't, fool him."
"Oh? What's that I hear in your voice? Doubt?"
…
She giggled at the silence, even that had been changed to Frisk's gentler giggle.
"I'll admit Partner that, I'm no fan of how much I needed to, give up, for this, but it will be nice to spend some time with him. Imagine the horror when he puts his guard down and I slide a knife through his heart."
She giggled as that glorious image filled not only her mind, but Frisk's as well, who proceeded to scream in terror.
"NO! CHARA DON'T YOU DARE!"
"Ha-ha, I'll let it go this time Frisk, but, if you do anything to try and get in my way, than you'll wish for a discipline session compared to what I will do to you."
She giggled and returned to the chair, sitting comfortably in it.
"You, you…"
"Yes? What about me?"
"I won't forgive you."
"Ha-ha, I don't your forgiveness partner, I have what I wanted from you, just play a nice little girl, do as your told, and don't speak or I will have to punish you. Okay?"
…
Frisk couldn't usher a single word against Chara, she was too afraid, not of what would happen to her, but of what would happen to sans.
"Good girl, now, I'll finish my tea than we can go looking for him, alright?"
….
"Alright…"
Despite what she said Chara, would have preferred to hear some sort of defiance, some sort of, harsh words, anything.
Submission, was a disappointment that, she never enjoyed.
That is why Chara always fought to the death, why she never allowed her prey to escape.
Or well, that is what she used to do, now, she had her eyes on a specific little piece of prey, one that she would enjoy toying with, far more than she would if she only, killed him outright.
Not that fighting Sans wasn't fun, but he was much like a roach… no matter how many times she tried, he wouldn't die.
He always came crawling back for more.
That's why she gave him the same treatment in judgement hall, to kill a pest that always returned, you'd need to become a pest that always returned.
But to kill Sans, would be far less satisfying if it was through another dull battle.
She felt the small wound on her cheek and smiled.
He may have been better now, but he caused a lot of more damage to her in the hall, enough to make that cut seem invisible.
Still.
She enjoyed feeling the wound form.