Frisk was taken aback by Sans' words. They had just been brushing off the sounds as hearing their own thoughts and overactive imagination, but it was clear that they were really there. "Heh. Judging by the look on your face, I must be right. That Chara kid must be pissed. Do you have any plans on how to get rid of them, or why they're here?" Frisk clenched their jaw and debated on whether or not they should tell him why Chara still persisted after death. "Frisk. Look at me. Did you or did you not reset and kill everyone at least once?" Frisk couldn't honestly answer Sans' question. They had distant memories of killing a lot of things, but none of them seemed real. They could remember every reset and every action they took during each reset, but they couldn't recall having no mercy towards every little thing they encountered. Yet, they felt as if they did something wrong in another time out of curiosity.

Toriel walked back into the room just in time to save Frisk from having to answer the question. "Nothing was burning, Sans. It is not even halfway finished cooking."

"Oops. My bad."

Toriel eyeballed the two before smiling brightly. "I see. You just wanted to spend time with Frisk."

The skeleton nodded and put his arm around the child. "You caught me. I thought we could have a heart-to-heart."

"In that case, I shall not interrupt you." The motherly monster sat down in her chair and picked up a thick book with no picture on the cover and began reading it silently.

"Frisk. I've got a secret to tell you," Sans said quietly. Frisk leaned close to the skeleton and allowed him to whisper into their ear. "I can tell how many times you've died. I know how many times you've reset. I know that you... that you..." The skeleton's somewhat drunken demeanor was replaced with a dark, depressing attitude that resulted in tears being shed. "You're... just going to reset this all, aren't you? Frisk, I can't take it!" The bright blue tears that fell from Sans' eyes had drenched Frisk's shoulder and were accompanied by loud sobbing. "If you're gonna reset, just do it already! It's too much... I wasn't ready for the responsibility... It's all Gaster's damn fault! I wish I didn't even have Determination! I just want to forget!" Toriel came to see what the commotion was about, but Sans was unconsolable. He refused to listen and just continued to talk as his cries got louder and louder, causing Papyrus to run downstairs. "I keep expecting to wake up back in Snowdin... I keep expecting this to all be a dream... I can't do this anymore, goddammit!"

It wasn't Frisk's fault that they decided to reset. When they first fell down, it was just a game to them and Sans was just another character within the game. That's what it was like at first, anyway. Over time, everyone seemed like actual people that they cared about. Once this was realised, Frisk just wanted everyone to be happy. They knew that they deserved it.

Frisk hugged Sans tightly and assured him that they would never, EVER reset again. They promised that he would always wake up in his new home. They promised that he would live a long, happy life with his brother. They promised that he would be happy.

Papyrus tapped Toriel on the shoulder. "What's going on?" he asked. Toriel shrugged and patted Sans on the back as Papyrus attempted to give him words of encouragement.

Sans stopped panicking after a few minutes and sat up straight to look Frisk in the eye as he wiped tears from his face. "You really mean that, kiddo?" Frisk nodded, trying to hide the pain that they were in. For some reason, after making Sans feel better, the child had developed a splitting headache. "Of course you mean it. I... I'm sorry, kid. I know who you are by now. You wouldn't just build your way up to this and then take it all away; not after over a year."

"Sans, why is the human soaked in your tears?" Papyrus asked quickly.

"Don't worry 'bout it. Uh, Tori, won't dinner be done soon?"

It took a while for Sans to convince everyone that he was fine. After all, he was bawling not too long ago, and crying was something Sans never really did in front of others. But, with a few bad jokes and happy smiles, everyone was satisfied. Once all was said and done, dinner actually was finished and everyone hurried to the kitchen as Toriel set the table. The baked chicken she made was fantastic, despite her making it every month, sometimes twice.

Like always, Frisk ate as much of their food as they could since they did not like to waste things. This was made difficult by the headache they had that kept coming back in waves. It stopped for a minute and then came back with a more fierce intensity. At around the third time the headache came back, Frisk could hear a strange voice trying to speak to them. The words sounded distorted, but a few recognisable ones were, 'acting,''happy,' and 'murder'. Frisk's eyes then glanced at the knife they were given to cut their chicken up with. The voice spoke again, clearly saying, 'do it'. Frisk couldn't deny that it was Chara speaking to them in a telepathic manner.

"Do you remember? I have your Soul," Chara said in an echoing voice that rang throughout Frisk's head. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Since I got your Soul. You have been fighting me off for quite some time." Frisk put their fork down and politely asked to be excused. "You really don't remember? Would you like me to remind you?" Images of monsters dying were flashed in Frisk's mind. There were random monsters that Frisk had encountered before, and then there was Frisk's friends and family. Toriel was cut along her side and face, Papyrus was decapitated, Undyne put up a hell of a fight before melting, Mettaton died almost instantly, and Sans had put up the toughest fight before dying out of their line of vision. The images were sadistic and emphasised on the lack of emotion Frisk had while killing each person. It almost seemed as if they enjoyed killing them.

"Are you not feeling well, my child?" Toriel asked Frisk.

Frisk nodded and went to stand before nearly falling to their knees. Papyrus caught them quickly before they made contact with the ground. "I think Frisk is ill again," Papyrus told Toriel.

"I climbed that mountain to kill everyone beneath it," Chara explained. "But then I found that kid Asriel and his parents. When I found out about Souls and what Boss Monsters could do, I made them all love me. I made Asriel my best friend." Frisk shook their head to try and disperse the voice stuck within it. They knew what happened, but they didn't want to hear it. "I made myself sick. I killed myself so Asriel would absorb my Soul and leave the barrier. I wanted to destroy everything with my power, but Asriel stopped me. He carried my body back to his home and then died like the useless being that he was and still is."

"Frisk! Please, wake up!" Papyrus shouted at the paralyzed human in his arms. "Open your eyes! Toriel is going to cry if you remain this way."

"When you got curious and 'accidentally' killed Toriel, I came back without a Soul. That LV you gained? That was me awakening in your Soul. All that LOVE just made me stronger and stronger until you handed over your Soul and erased this world."

Toriel and Sans knelt by Frisk and attempted to awaken them in any way that they could. Frisk couldn't move even if they tried, and in a similar fashion to their nightmare of falling into darkness, their entire body began to ache. Papyrus' touch put them in so much agony that tears began to stream from their closed eyes.

"I have to thank you for waking me up. I can at last give Asriel his final death, along with every monster and human in this wretched world."

All three monsters began to panic. Toriel couldn't stop sobbing if her life depended on it, Papyrus desperately clutched to Frisk's lifeless body and begged them to wake up, and Sans was able to stay calm enough to call a nearby hospital.

"And now... you're stuck with me until you die."

Frisk refused to give in to Chara's twisted ideals. Just like when they were falling into the black abyss, they kept hope. They kept on dreaming. They remained determined, no matter how bad everything was hurting. No matter what, they would protect everyone.

"Oh. You're refusing me? That's fine. You can't stay in control forever. I'll break you eventually."