A/N: Hello again, everybody! I'm still updating, so that's good. I chose to only work on this story and the rewrite version, so that I don't get behind on anything. However, that means my other stories are on a "whenever" basis. I'm still working on those, but don't expect them every week. Anyways, thanks for coming back to this story, and I'll see you at the bottom.

Disclaimer: Undertale is owned by Toby Fox and Glitchtale is by Camila Cuevas.

Glitchtale Chara's POV

Slash. Slice. Dust.

HAHAHAHAHA!

Goodbye...Mother.

"She didn't really have anything to guard anymore since we destroyed the door to the Ruins, did she?"

Journal Chara (JC) stood grinning, blackness surrounding their eyes and blade with HATE.

"She never saw it coming." I check JC's LOVE. Already 5? She must have killed before, or maybe she has more HATE then I previously thought…

No...it's something else. But what? Ah, it doesn't matter.

I smile. "Time to teach you some new tricks."

"I don't need new tricks."

"Do you want to stay weak?" I threaten.

"Why would any of your dumb tricks be useful?" She retorts with floccinaucinihilipilification.

What? Is that a word? Must be a glitch…hopefully those don't affect too much...

"Just listen. You know they're not just gonna stand there and do nothing. My LOVE was reset to 0 after you stole my conversion from the kid who actually had experience killing," I reveal. "However, I've fought Sans by myself, and learned all his tricks and those of others. I had to watch in case I had to take the kid's body. I actually know things, unlike you. We're in easy town now, but if you don't want to be a hindrance to me later, then shut up and learn from Master."

She stands, silent.

"That is, if you want to live."

She growls, bearing teeth, and nods slowly. "...Fine."

"Good girl...let's start with the basics."

Entry 51

I've been having horrible nightmares. Sans standing in the judgement hall, angry and hurt.

I asked him what was wrong, but…

His face. His anger.

Then a giant skull appeared. It opened its mouth…

A̸̗͙̘̋̅͗̉̎N̷͎̝̪̣̐͒̍͜ͅD̵̩̲̖̪̀̽ ̶͔̠̝͖̓͗̐Ì̶͖̣̗̺̖͉̇ͅ ̸̛͉̺̠̬̀̌͂͒̚D̶̨̿͆ͅĪ̵̗̣̟̤̻̗͍̐̚É̸̻̞͙̳̘͇̙D̷̨̛̖̰̚͝ ̵̡̟͈̱̾̂̉̂͗͌ ̴͕̫͛ ̷͈̈́͋̍ ̸̨̛̙̬̰̆́͝͠ ̴̯̼̍̾̒̓̒̊͜ ̴̛̻̱̮͊̊̈́͊͝ ̵̧̤̭̈́̏̏̅ ̴̩̰̭̫͓͐̈̋ ̵̫̱͓̞̆̈͌̔̚Ṕ̸̺͈͖̺͎̯̋̈̋͘ͅA̷̖̥̝̯͊̓̀͝ͅI̵̮͉̜̺͇̽Ń̵͈̩̜̼̪̖͜ ̴̨͍̣̮̥̯͆́́̈̽͝ͅ ̵̣̉̆̊ ̵̬̜̘͉͖̼̙̄͆̓̍̓̓͂ ̴̫͙͚͉͍̻͆̓̒́͗͘͠ ̵̠̍ ̸͖̳͗͐ ̵̬͔̺́́̌̈́̕͝ ̶̨͚͚͚̳̗̃̓̑́͠P̴̬̻̖͈̄̂͝ͅA̸̞̜͔̭͙̗͓̽̆̎̄Ĭ̵͔̥͔N̷̙͍͚͉͎̬̗͑ ̷̧͚̝̞̲̯̐͂̑͗̅̈̚ ̸̺̻̤̈́͝ ̵̡͊ ̴̧̣͎̭͂͜ ̶͎̼́͑̀̾͝

̴͓̥̤͒̔̑̏͆̽̚ ̷̤̓̈͆̈́̍ͅṔ̵̻́́̏̉ ̷̟̗͖̂̅̓̊͗̃̈́͜ͅA̴̛̝̺͖̗̮Ĩ̸͉͎̱́͛N̸̟͓̰̼̈́̈́̋͑ ̶̨̛̗̜́͒̓͆̾N̸̼̘̗͙̳̏̑̃̀̓̂ͅ ̵̛͇̠̠͙̳̿̒͊͠ ̸̛͇͓̮͗͘ ̴̫̦̤̞̦́ ̷̡͙͉͔̔P̸̧̮̯̭̘̐̎̈́́͐̏͝Ȃ̶̢̧̬͇̱͜ ̴̧̬̖̳̹͓̇ ̵̝̬̣͕̹̻̓͝I̸͔̹͈̱̐̈́ͅ ̸͉̎ ̶̮̣̪͝Ǹ̴̛̠̎͌̋͘Ṉ̷͙̠̟͕̹͛̒̒̊̃ ̷̡̞͆̍̃̄̒͋ ̶̢̘́͛̍̔̕

̷̖͍̌̇͊͛̎ ̶̛̫̪̞̹̣͈͊̎͗ ̴͚̰̱͓̦̩̬̍̈́ ̴̩̞̖͇̖̬͉̇̆̌̕̚ ̶͇͋̏̔͘͘ ̸͖͐ ̵̨͖̭̻̜͈̃̑̽͒ ̵̰̽̊͝ ̶̘̚ ̶̮͙͚͖͌ ̵̛̘̐ ̵̰͇̗̪̠̇̌͌͊̔̾ ̸̘͙̻̖̠̫̆ͅ ̵̝̏ ̷̩͉̝͋̄̅͆ ̵̲͑̈́̒ ̸̙͒̚ ̶͇̳̗̍͂̎̇̀̕ ̶̡̹̺̻̰̊̽͂͝͝ͅ ̷̹̞̹̗̈͗͆͌̆ ̵̡̱͚̳̯̐̔ ̷̠̥̫̰̌̊̂́̒̊ ̴̨̖̰͋̈͛̓̓ ̸̖̫̺͔̥͍̄͆͊͌̐Ṗ̷̡̈́͐͛̓͛̕ ̴̤̙̑̈͆̈́ ̸̗̳̮͙̥̫̪̄͂̌̊̚ ̸̠̫̟̝̲̇́͋͐͠ͅ ̴̬͚̩̑ ̷̩͍̗͙͘A̸̡͇̩͈̯͇͈̅̕͠ ̵̢͚͎̳̻͇̑ ̶̼͔̰̍̀́̊̕͠͝ ̵̨̺̒̆̉̒̿͜ ̵̧̡̺̦̭̫̋͊͝ ̶̯̩̎̏̇̈́͗̎ ̵̘͙͖̣̗̫͖̔̈͋́́͘ ̶̰͕̖̟̇͂̃̓̐I̸̡̗̩̰̠͍̊̎̏̇͑ ̸̨͎̝̭̼̤̓͆̋ͅ ̵̗͚͂̓͝N̵̠̹̣͙͑̍̀͑̾

̴̢̻͓̘͕̹̟̑͗̊ ̵̺̪͎̦̤̌̏̓ ̴̢̗̹̏̑͛͑̄ ̴́͑͜B̴̞̤͉͍͗͒͂͋̉͘͠ ̷̙̏Ḷ̷̟͙̭̈͂̀͛ ̶̡̧̡̼̗̤̳̈́͝ ̵̈́͜O̷̭̗̱̟̩̿ ̵̯̜͕̰̭͎͍̎ ̶̻͚̮̿̀̇̂Ô̸̱̟̱̲̦̇̔̔̌ ̵̲͆̎̚͝͝D̵̨̍̍ ̸̘̈́͐̓͒ ̸̳̜̟̎̒̎̊͘͝ ̶̡̙͎͚́͛ͅ ̴̦̫̋̈ ̷̭̞͉̏̈ ̶̱̈͗̈́͊͑ ̶̱̤̯̖̑̄̊͒͝Ṃ̶͕̘̰̖̬͝ ̶̣̉̅̎̅̕̕ͅ ̴̛̝̳̟̩̈́̊͐̚̕ ̴̱̣̱̯͎͗͒̄́͝Y̴̧͔̣̤̼̤̓͑͐̎͝͝ ̶̢̖͕̇̒̓̿͗ ̷̹̲̞̞̫͉͐̑͑͒̔͑ ̷̼̑͑̌̌̈́̌͝ ̵̫͒̈́͜͜ ̵̛̤̲̻̾̌̉̆̔ ̴̘͔̥̤̲͂͒̔͌͂͜ ̵̡̺̀̑̓ ̸̨̨͂̈́͠

̴̛͓͑̿̊̀̏̚ ̵̧̠̟̈͌̓͐̉̕ ̷͖̲̰͊̎͂̍̆͝ͅP̷̢͎̳͚͐̈́̆͆̐̚ ̶͙̪̫̬͚̾̀͐́͆̉̕ ̵̜̰̄͒ ̶̛͓̠͉͉̻̦̂̏̅̿̂ ̶͚̜͐̆̓ ̶̖̲̙̙̹̃͂́͌̇͛̕Ą̸̘̝̣͓̽͛͑̽̅̚͠ ̴͍̜͎͓̂ͅ ̵͙͒̉̎̑͝ ̸̩̪̩̘̔̀́̊̔͝I̸̢̗̼͉͈͉͗ ̵̨̼̥̥̔̎̇͐Ņ̸̮̭͓͇̕

̷̜̈́̀̉ ̴̭̞͈̬̮̠̎̏̎̋̃͝ ̵̡̩̲̹͔̭̄͊̅ ̴̨̢̝͓̎͂͐̚ ̶̢̯͐̋͆̚͘ ̴̣̝͚̥̓̎̽̓͌ͅ ̷̜͇̞̲͐̾͆̈́̌S̸̪̳̈̓̔̈́̊ ̷̢̯͓͚̱͇͎͊ ̵̹̽͊̈́̀͘̕͝ ̶̻̻̙̪̟̈́͌Ǫ̵͈͚͉̿͑̌̾̉̒̒ͅ ̶̳̟̝̱̠͚̍͛̈͒͝ͅ ̷̠̞̊̇́̋͑̒ ̸̨͕͓̙̀ ̶̨̕ ̵͓͈̩̻͍́M̸͕̭͈̤͈̺̌̏Ḿ̸̢͚̭͊̀̂̅̓̚ ̸̟̩̣͊̈́ ̴͓̼͇̀́̃̏ ̸̳̔̈̏Ú̸̢̡̺͓͆̀͝ ̸͖̫̪͙͇̙̊͝ ̴̨̢̥̪͙͔͓͂͌C̵̮̭̮̫̀͌̄͠H̸̖̊͆͂̆̚͜ ̶̢̙̭̻̩͠ ̵͈̉̾̽ ̵̨͔̩͓͉͍͆̑ ̶̫̬̯̟̈́̊̄́̉̚͘ ̴̡̯̘͋ ̴̞̝̦̖̑̐͒P̶̰̃̽͂̉A̷̢̪͔͓̹̺̜̅͝ ̶̱̣͇̬̀̑͜ ̴̢̆͒̌̊ ̸̹̞̖̞̊̈̊̑ ̸̩̜̙̫͙̩̑̄̒̃͜I̸͎̭̱̔̈́̀͐̾͘͝ ̷̯̰͆ ̷̛̯͒̀̌̍͑͘Ņ̸͗̄̃̀̈́

̵͔̣͖̇̀̂A̷͍͕̠̻̤̖͊́̎Ḁ̶̧̛̺͔̊͆A̸̤͑͜A̸͉̥̻͚̺̳̎Â̴̜̈́͝Ä̸̙̿̈́̒͂̚Ạ̵̹̰̹̣̱̐̈́̾Ā̸̮̪̩͖̹́̀́̕̚Ầ̵̰͚͗́A̷̖͌̇̏A̷̗͒̓͑̽͛̽̊A̵̧̭̝̗͂́̀̋͠Ą̴̛̰̼̫̲̩͆͌͌͑̊̃Ă̸̲̌́̆̒͒Ȃ̵̱͙̍͑͌͑̾A̵̡̟̘͓͒̍͝Ă̵̡̟̰͔͌A̷̧̧͙̩̻̔Á̷̧̧̮̥̖͑A̷̮͆̓͌̂A̴͕̾̇̆A̴̫͎̓̓̿͝A̷̯̻͇̫̖̜͂̊̀ͅA̸̪̳̫̳̫͓̚͜A̷̻͈͚̦̜̚͘Ắ̸͎͇̗͇̺̃́͋̈́Ă̵̹͕̥̱̼̺͇̈́̋A̴̛̜̋̄͛

Entry 52

The nightmares are getting worse.

Entry 53

I want my friend back.

I want my friend back.

I WANT MY FRIEND BACK.

Entry 54

I WANT MY BEST FRIEND BACK!

I HAVE DETERMINATION!

The desire to gain back your new best friend fills you with...DETERMINATION.

Entry 55

The nightmares are gone. And...my Determination is back!

...I know how that I must do something.

I must stop Chara. But I'll need some help.

I must go to the barrier.

I wake up. From where or what, I know not. But I am awake. And one word keeps repeating itself…

...Bravery.

Is that me?

I don't feel anything. It hurts to try. But I feel something familiar when I do. I must find the knowledge that comes from this sense.

So I don't care what pain may come.

I push.

It hurts everywhere. I feel the sensation of being in a human body. I remember everything, but it hurts. Still, I persevere.

I push through the pain. Remembering how to move, I open my eyes and push out my arms. Everything hurts. I don't know where I am.

I am in a coffin. I am dead. I see that I am with the other fallen humans. Asgore must have succeeded in gaining my soul. But I do not remain here with this pain, although it could lead to being able to influence many things. I have the integrity to not seek revenge.

I go back into blackness.

I feel warmed by the fact that Asgore took the time to put the children in coffins. He did kill me, but I will forgive him. I reach out into...something...until I find his essence. I give him some feeling to help him.

After all, the world needs more kindness.

I wait.

Calmly, I wait. I watch from within my SOUL. I wait for years. I see death. I see flowers. I see grievance and tears. I see hate and power. I see children and friendships.

And I see a boy, determined more than all.

My patience has rewarded me.

A child, not much older than I was. They want our help to save this universe from a terrible evil on the loose. It needs to be stopped.

They look very desperate. I listen to the tale of woe and friendship.

I agree to help the child. The demon has gone too far, and justice is needed.

Entry 56

I'm determined to do this. I must do this. To save my friend. To SAVE Chara. To SAVE the world and this timeline.

Let's DO this.

Entry 57

Hate.

What a thing.

It destroys everything.

It destroyed my friend.

Now I must somehow destroy it.Here I go!

Hate.

What a wonderful thing.

I will kill everyone.

I will kill their friends and family.

I WILL DESTROY THEIR HOMES AND THEIR LIFE!

Here I go!

Entry 58

I must act fast. The dust is spreading. It's in the Snowdin Forest now. I must get Sans before Papyrus is killed. Then, I will use them.

AHAHAHAHA!!!!

Killing is so much fun!!!

KiLL ThEm aLL!!!!

HEEHEEHEE!!! PAPYRUS WILL-

Whoa, that got a bit too far there. Wait...Papyrus isn't here…

YOU FEEL YOUR SINS CUTTING ACROSS YOUR BACK.

No...Sans! NO! NOT YET! I'M NOT READY! STOP! I ONLY HAVE 8 LOVE! ONLY 8 LEVELS OF VIOLENCE! I STILL NEED THOUSANDS MORE EXECUTION POINTS!

NOOOOOO!!!! KILL HIM QUICKLY!!!

Huff...huff…

I really need to calm down. We know all his tricks by now anyways. All we need to do is...

"KILL HIM," I command.

"With pleasure," JC Chara responds.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN.

A/N: WOW I was really edgy back then. Holy crap. What are all those capital letters doing in the story?

Anyways, stay tuned for next time when I try to figure out how a lyrical adaptation to a song can be put in a story successfully! BYE

-CalebthePianist