Frisk slowly opened their eyes after a time. They'd... passed out? They weren't sure what happened...
They looked around at the nothingness around them, easily spotting the lone figure crouched a few yards away. The second box, the only thing that remained from the young monarchs' room, was now opened, sitting next to them as they examined the contents: A single knife that they now held in their hand.
Frisk wanted to go to them, but found they could not move. Their hands behind them and legs in front of them were seemingly tied to whatever "ground" might have existed through black, chain-like restrictions. They could only wait for them to look this way, to get their attention.
The knife shifted, static seemingly engulfing it every few seconds as the child seemed to change it, back and forth, from a dull, worn-out dagger to a sharp blade, sometimes shimmering red as if imbued with Determination. Chara seemed interested in their ability to change it like this, more so than anything else, and refused to look in Frisk's direction.
Their mouth moved slowly as if speaking, but from this distance Frisk could not make out any words.
And finally, some long moments later, they stood abruptly. They looked in Frisk's direction. Eyes glowing red, locket hovering in front of them as if prepared to latch itself onto their neck, they stared into Frisk's eyes... and they smiled. A smile that did not reach their eyes. The smile of somebody who had now lost everything.
"I know what to do now, Frisk."
Something appeared behind them, a glitch in the void, something that should not exist. They took a deep breath, and they laughed. They clutched the knife tightly in their hand as they turned towards the object, something Frisk could not clearly make out.
"I know how to save everybody."
Frisk could say nothing, do nothing. They struggled uselessly, but could only watch.
This must be how Chara felt.
"Together, we can free them... but first..."
They reached out their hand to touch it, ignoring the pain that shot through their body, and they continued to laugh. They kept their hand on it even as light flashed around them, the void seemingly tearing itself apart in response to whatever they were doing.
The button itself cracked, and threatened to break, but still it complied.
"...we'll have to kill them."
