This one made me laugh a lot.
Violent Chara Dreemurr
Chara Dreemurr looked at the sharp knife in her hands and felt lustful.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her ominous surroundings. She had always loved bright Judgement Hall with its wandering, wasteful windows. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel lustful.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sans Undertale. Sans was a masochistic judge with smooth bones and beautiful legs.
Chara gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a violent, punny, blood drinker with big-boned bones and short legs. Her friends saw her as a deep, delightful demon. Once, she had even helped an odd flower cross the road.
But not even a violent person who had once helped an odd flower cross the road, was prepared for what Sans had in store today.
The sun shone like slashing birds, making Chara violent.
As Chara stepped outside and Sans came closer, she could see the slobbering glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want to kill them," Sans bellowed, in a sadistic tone. He slammed his fist against Chara's chest, with the force of 464 goats. "I frigging hate you, Chara Dreemurr."
Chara looked back, even more violent and still fingering the sharp knife. "Sans, die, smiley trashbag," she replied.
They looked at each other with stabby feelings, like two bulbous, brief bunnies dodging at a very resigned murder, which had rock music playing in the background and two fallen uncles boning to the beat.
Suddenly, Sans lunged forward and tried to punch Chara in the face. Quickly, Chara grabbed the sharp knife and brought it down on Sans's skull.
Sans's smooth bones trembled and his beautiful legs wobbled. He looked boned, his body raw like a burnt, big bone.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Sans Undertale was dead.
Chara Dreemurr went back inside and made herself a nice drink of blood.