Route 327
Time: 8:45 PM
Frisk had lost control about 200 routes ago, they could do nothing, Chara was in charge. The megalomaniac had only grown more powerful with each route, at some point they would become a god themselves. Was this there goal all along? To become a god? The very thought scared the child.
At the moment Chara was fighting Sans, but it was less of a fight and more of a waste of time to the demon, as they dodged every last one of Sans' attacks, it was kind of pathetic to be honest. The once powerful Sans' was reduced to a bleeding pile of bones once again. Frisk felt sorry, this was there fault, if they hadn't done that first genocide route, if they hadn't discovered they tailor to reset... No, it's to late to think about that, this was now.
I watched as the world went through a True Reset once again. I reached out "Sans" I called. But Nobody Came. I could only hope something different would happen this time. I could only happen.
Sans
As Sans woke up, he had to do something different. He teleported to the entry way of the Ruins, and found the one he was looking for. Flowey. The small flower was crying. "so you finally remembered." He said in a grim voice to the prince. "H-how long have they been doing this?" cried Flowey, he finally felt something again. "i've lost count, a bit over 300 genocide routes I think, with two pacifist routes inbetween." The skeleton said in a solemn voice. "I can't do anything in the ruins, the only one that can do anything in here is you, kid, it would seem suspicious to her if someone from the outside said anything, she would probably trust you over me, as long as you present proof of the genocide, got it?"
This was it. They were going to try to stop Chara
One Last Time