{Trigger Warning: There's some self harm in this chapter that's pretty gruesome. Skip ahead to the dialogue if you get triggered by these things.}

For the third night in a row, Chara regained control of Frisk's body and decided to have a little fun with it. Since Frisk could snap back into command if Chara wanted to hurt their family, Chara was was forced to do something a bit more painful to quench their desire for blood.

Drip, drip, drip...

Slowly, the child dragged a pin across the palm of their left hand and watched as the bright red liquid spilled into the white bathroom sink. The initial pain didn't last very long, but the wound that they had created stung and burned as if it were on fire. The sensation was as addictive as it was painful, and like any other addiction, they were left wanting more after each hit.

Drip, drip... drip...

Frisk was cowering in the back of their own mind, waiting for Chara to stop their assault. The innocent of the two could only muster up enough strength to fight them off when their family was in danger, and Chara knew this. With each prick and stroke of the pin, Chara smiled at the thought of Frisk losing themself in the agony. With each drop of blood that fell from the child's hand, they could feel Frisk's sanity slip away.

Drip... drip... drip...

At last, the wound on the child's hand began to scab up and no longer provided a sufficient amount of blood to satisfy Chara's desires. Chara then receded back into the farthest, darkest corner of Frisk's consciousness to take a nice, long break while Frisk was left to clean up the mess they made.

Suddenly, Frisk heard footsteps come from behind. They panicked and dropped the pin into the sink and were forced to fish it out through a sea of red.

"Human, why are you awake?" Papyrus asked from the open bathroom door that Chara had forgotten to close. "It's past midnight and you have school in the morning! What in the heavens are you doing up?"

Frisk ran cold water and attempted to conceal their wound before Papyrus walked in on them. It was too late by then, as the skeleton had already seen their blood swirl down the drain. At this sight, Papyrus rushed over to Frisk's aid and began searching their body for the wound. When he found it along with the bloody pin, he didn't know how to feel.

"Frisk, you've... been doing this to yourself? Why? Why would you want to hurt yourself, that's so... un-Frisk-like!"

Not wanting to explain themself, Frisk gave Papyrus the silent treatment as he cleaned their hand and wrapped it in bandages. The couldn't just tell him why they did what they did; Papyrus just wouldn't understand. The only person that could remotely relate to them was Sans, and Frisk felt guilty for bugging him so much.

Papyrus scooped Frisk up in his arms and started towards the child's room. "You know, Frisk, I wanted to do something similar when I found out what I did to Gaster."

After opening the door to Frisk's room and tucking them into bed, Papyrus continued speaking. "But then I remembered who I am! And who I am would never let who I thought I was think about who I knew I was wanted to do. That is why who you are needs to be who you want to be. Does that make sense?"

Frisk didn't quite understand what Papyrus had just said, but they nodded anyways.

"Good! Now, as your loving friend that wants nothing but the best for you, I am forced to tell Toriel what you did. You'll see that it's for the best."

"That's going to be a problem," Chara said to Frisk. "How will Toriel look at you knowing that you're a psycho? I don't think she'll ever love you again."

"H-human? Why are you looking at me like that? And... why am I so... afraid?" Papyrus took a step back from Frisk's bed and the child unwillingly sat up straight.

"She won't even be able to look you in the eye anymore, Frisk. Obviously, something must be done."

For the second time that evening, Chara took control of Frisk's body. They knew that Papyrus shouldn't have found out about what was going on in the first place, and Chara had a plan to keep him quiet.

Chara exited the bed and stood up, staring Papyrus dead in the eye. He looked even more frightened than he did when Chara first encountered them while on their goal of genocide. They could have sworn that they saw his legs tremble as they took another step forward.

"Are you perhaps... getting out of bed to tell her yourself?"

With the same twisted smile on their face as before, Chara approached the skeleton in a slow, stiff manner. Frisk used what energy that they had to beg them not to kill Papyrus, but their efforts were wasted as Frisk could not feel any murderous intent in the child for once. Chara didn't seem to want to hurt Papyrus, but they still wanted to keep him quiet.

"You're getting pretty close to me. D-did you want a hug? Or, perhaps, to talk?"

Before long, Papyrus was backed up against the wall as Chara drew closer and closer until they were mere inches away from him. He had to be silenced, but if Chara wanted to kill him, Frisk would snap back into control almost immediately. This gave the demonic child a very clever and fun idea.

"May I have a kiss goodnight?" Chara asked innocently.

Papyrus sighed in relief. "Is that all you wanted? Of course you can have a goodnight kiss! But please, next time, do not scare the great Papyrus! You had me worried for a minute."

Papyrus knelt down to get on the same level with Chara. As soon as he leaned in for the kiss, Chara reeled their right arm back and struck Papyrus square in the temple, effectively rendering him unconscious. This automatically caused Frisk to have a panic attack, but Chara couldn't have been any more calm. Sure, their hand was a bit sore, but they were as relaxed as ever.

As quietly as they could, Chara dragged the knocked-out skeleton to his room and threw him onto his bed. They positioned him as naturally as possible before leaving the room and shutting the door behind them. Once that was all said and done, Frisk resumed control of their body and almost immediately collapsed. Their heart wouldn't stop racing and their breathing turned raspy and staggered.

"Relax. He's fine," Chara assured. "He'll wake up thinking this was just a bad dream. Now, go back to bed."

Frisk's heart couldn't take much more of Chara's shenanigans. They were a danger to themself, to Frisk, to Frisk's family, and to all of humanity. If only they could give them compassion, or at least, separate them from Frisk and have the world take care of them the same way all murderers are dealt with. It was at that moment where the lightbulb finally appeared over Frisk's head. Along with this idea came a sudden burst of adrenaline that made Frisk as determined as ever, thus preventing Chara from taking over for at least an hour. However, this sudden adrenaline shot came with the lack of being able to think properly, so the idea that came was the only thing on their mind.

"Why are you so happy, suddenly?"

Frisk remembered Alphys talking about how her soul machine evened out its contents by moving the souls around into equal parts. What if Frisk stepped into the machine all by themself? Would Chara be separated? Would it split Frisk's soul into two and make two people? Or, would it kill Frisk because of it never being tested on a human? They were willing to risk all of those things to keep the world safe.

"Do not disobey me, child. I won't hesitate to kill them all."

Even though Chara sounded as monotone as always, Frisk knew that they were bluffing. After all, they couldn't gain control if their actions were based on killing, PLUS Frisk was far too determined to let that happen.

"You will die, Frisk. Toriel won't be able to live with the guilt of losing another one. Papyrus will never smile again. Sans will want to commit suicide. Asriel will have lost their best friend once more. Undyne won't ever be able to forgive herself. Alphys will never feel happiness again."

Chara's words meant less and less to Frisk the more they kept talking. Frisk knew that their family would understand as long as they left something behind. Before Frisk went out to go to Alphys' house, they left a note on their bed, telling everyone what they were doing and why.

"Are you really that selfish? Risking your family's happiness to maybe fix your own stupid mistake?"

Frisk silently left the house and ran over to Alphys' place, knocked on the door, and waited for someone to answer. They knew that the couple that occupied the home should be awake- they usually were.

Undyne opened the door and looked down at the determined child, curiously wondering why they were outside past midnight alone. "Frisk, what the hell are you doing out here? It's freezing cold and really freakin' late!"

With no time to lose, Frisk zipped past Undyne and headed towards Alphys' lab. Undyne tried stopping them, but the determination of the child was much stronger than anything Undyne could ever hope to achieve, thus causing her to lag behind them quite a bit.

After running through the underground halls for a bit, Frisk came across a familiar metal cylinder and a control panel. Frisk assumed that the settings on the panel were the same from last time, so they pushed the 'activate' button and hopped inside before the door closed.

The last thing they saw before the door slid shut was Undyne running after them and screaming for Frisk to stop. The last thing they felt was an intense pain around their neck, as if the child was being choked, before both Frisk and Chara lost consciousness.