Chara took a few seconds to get used to their new body. It felt very odd to have a physical form again, especially since it wasn't what they were used to. Frisk was ever-so-slightly shorter than Chara, and because the body was being possessed by am entity that wasn't supposed to be there in the first place, Chara's movements were delayed by less than a second. Despite all this, it felt amazing to be able to feel again. The stick in their hand was rough and cold, the air was frigid, and the snow beneath their feet was crunchy. What felt even more amazing was the fact that Chara was able to hurt others again. This was something that they looked forward to the most.

Chara looked at Asgore, who was still pretending to be a threat to Asriel's imaginary kingdom. At first, Chara wanted to do what they always did and just run up to the monster and completely slaughter him. It would surely be easy because of their murderous intentions and the nature of monster's souls. This, however, did not happen. Chara could no longer just jump into killing things without planning ahead. If they killed Asgore then and there, Undyne would surely have their head, and they weren't ready to face Undyne the Undying again- not with such a low amount of HP. No, they had to work their way up from the bottom and then slaughter everything in sight.

"Are you okay, Frisk?" Asriel asked. "You've been standing there with that weird face for a while."

"I need to use the bathroom," Chara replied blandly. "I'll be back soon."

With that, the child with the borrowed body dropped their weapon and went inside, only to find Sans asleep on the couch. They weren't surprised by this in the least- in fact, they welcomed the lazy bum and implemented him into the plan that they had been formulating. Chara knew that Sans would die in one hit if he was caught off guard, or in this case, asleep. They also knew that he would give them a LOT of LV. Killing Sans would be the perfect way to start everything, as it would assure an easy victory. However, the perfect start would need the perfect weapon.

Instinctively, Chara went to the kitchen and began rifling through the drawers for a certain object of the stabbing variety. They just wouldn't feel right without a large, sharp knife to pierce the flesh and bones of the very monsters trying to protect them. The thought alone excited Chara to no end and made their movements quicker and more erratic.

Not finding anything suitable in the drawers, Chara pulled a chair up to the counter and stood on it to get a better look at their options. There was a coffee pot, some clean dishes, some sort of plant, and a wooden knife block that held the child's attention like an addictive cartoon. Chara then proceeded to pull each potential weapon out of their holders and wondered which one would be best for the job. There was a jagged bread knife, a paring knife, a carving knife, and finally, the cook's knife that would be used in generic slasher films. Finding the other blades borning, Chara took ahold of the cook's knife to get a quick feel for it and suddenly had the urge to test it out. But, on what? They wanted it to draw blood, but Sans' blood wouldn't do the job for them. So, the only rational thing for the sociopath to do was to test in on themself.

Chara held out the first finger of their left hand over the sink and gave the tip a sharp prick with the knife in their right. It was a dull pain that didn't last very long, but the end result was quite satisfying. The tiny cut leaked a few small beads of red that quickly collected together into one big drop of blood. This larger drop then ran down Chara's hand and wrist before falling into the sink, creating a beautiful, splattered spot of crimson on its silver insides. This experience made Chara's heart race, and they certainly weren't going to stop with just one cut and a pathetic, single drop of blood. Instead, the child repeated the process of cutting, bleeding, and watching until each of their fingers of their left hand had a shallow, stinging wound. The blood that left Chara's body pooled into the bottom of the sink until it finally became much too heavy to remain in one spot and oozed down the drain. Chara felt better after doing all this, but as fun as it was to hurt themself, it was even more fun to hurt others.

After turning around to make sure Sans was still asleep, Chara left the kitchen and made their way up to him, hiding the knife behind their back. The sight of the skeleton snoozing while sitting up brought back one of the best feelings Chara had ever experienced. Killing Sans back in the underground made them feel invincible, especially after such a hard fight that took several tries over a course of six hours. This time, it would be quick and efficient, and they would be able to see him die right before their eyes.

The child drew the knife and wondered the best possible way to end his pitiful, fruitless life. Across the chest like last time? Between the eyes? Decapitation in a similar fashion to Papyrus? Maye cutting his legs off first to let him try and get away? The possibilities were endless and Chara weighed every single one of them. At last, Chara decided that several well-placed stabs would suffice. After all, it would take a moment for Sans to actually die, so they'd have plenty of time to play around and make him suffer as much as possible.

Chara quickly brought the knife down towards Sans' chest. In the small amount of time that it took for the blade to move from one place to another, they fantasized about what kind of sounds he would make as the life would quite literally drain from his body. They thought about what Sans' last moments would be like and what he would say or do before dying. And, for some odd reason... they thought about how heartbroken Papyrus would be upon discovering his one and only brother was dead. Out of all the repercussions of killing Sans, that was the only thing that drifted into their mind. Chara didn't think of how Undyne would kill them or what would happen if they got caught. They just thought of how it would make Papyrus feel. This, of course, was not something Chara would think about. They never cared about feelings of others or how their actions affected people. No, these thoughts were being caused by none other than a wimpy loser with a big heart, Frisk.

More guilty thoughts invaded Chara's mind. Frisk was making them think about how sad Toriel would be and how broken their family would become if Sans was murdered. Guilt was a heavy, intense feeling that Chara had never felt before, and no amount of their determination could bring their knife to hurt Sans or anyone else. The weapon dropped to the floor as hot tears stung in Frisk's eyes. At last, the rightful owner of the body had returned and Chara was nowhere to be seen or felt.

A yawn came from the skeleton on the couch before his eyes opened. "Hey, bucko. What's up? Why are you crying?" Sans asked.

Frisk quickly wrapped their arms around Sans an sobbed into his coat. Being controlled by Chara felt disgusting, and what they were about to do made them feel even worse. Something had to be done about the undead child, but what?

"Buddy, pal, it's okay." Sans rubbed Frisk's back and did his best to assure them of his words. "Everything is fine. I promise. Do you... wanna stay inside for the day and hang out with my bro? I guarantee you'll be feeling better in no time if you do."

The child nodded and pulled away from the hug.

Sans stood up and stretched. "That's the spirit. I'll go break the news to everyone."

Frisk shook their head and held Sans's hand, claiming that they didn't want to be left alone.

"Gotcha. Well, c'mon. We'll tell 'em together."