It was a beautiful place. Truly, it was. From the gold and orange tiled floor to the stained glass windows casting down their beautiful portraits. He wished he could remember it that way, but he couldn't remember his past to blow this view away.

The piles of dust, blown around by the wind, seemed to be stuck in his nasal cavity. It wasn't a pleasant scent, but he- no, Sans had to deal. It felt strange to call himself that; Sans. It didn't feel right, but did at the sametime. It was a name, that much he could tell, but it wasn't his. It was someone else that had it.

Taps of shoes echoed down the large hall, pulling the skeleton from his thoughts. The sound was created by a pair of brown shoes. The owner of the shoes let out a cackle, sending shivers up his spine.

"Hey there, comedian," they giggled. "Ready for another round?" They, Chara, held a knife in front of her face, clearly showing his reflection in the metal. He stared at the knife, a heated anger swelling in his bones.

The killer frowned when he didn't answer and lowered the knife. Their gaze seemed to travel over his appearance, red eyes darting here and there. They closed after a few seconds, hiding the terrifying color from him.

"So, Sans," The blood red color came back and seemed to stare right at his soul. "What happened to you this time?" He didn't answer, didn't really need to.

"He lost his memory, you nitwit," Flowey shouted from behind, but realized what he did and hid behind the skeleton. The flower was suppose to hide in the throne room and wait for Chara to pass through. On the way here, Flowey had told him what happened to everyone and that Chara had gone crazy. They had threatened their ex-friend, knife in hand and a wide grin on their face.

"Oh, well, that's no fun." Chara pouted. "And to think I made a new friend for nothing." This caught his attention. Doesn't Chara, normally, come alone? A red heart appeared at the chest of her green and yellow sweater. Then, another one showed up next to it, this one gave off a soft yellow glow.

Flowey mumbled something under his breath, staring in shock at the heart. His vines uprooted themselves from the ground and wrapped around his legs, snaking in between his tibia and fibula, and lifted the flower off the ground. The vines worked their way up his frame and placed the trembling flower on his shoulder.

"They have the soul of justice," he whispered. "I don't know how they would have gotten that. I was in the throne room the entire time." Flowey gently wrapped a vine around his neck and pulled himself closer to the skeleton.

"Well, Asriel," Chara smirked, "If you have enough DETERMINATION, one can go back to other timelines and change them." They pushed aside the red heart and played with the yellow one, petting it's surface.

"Honestly, I don't know why I didn't think of this before." They let out a giggle. "I mean, I'm way stronger than the last timeline and this soul was begging for JUSTICE. They were killed in an unjust way, don't you think?" Chara smiled at him, sending those shivers up his spine once more.

"I'm just itching to have a BAD TIME. Are you?" He stayed in place, eyes casted down at the ground as the phrase was on repeat in his head. Where had he heard that before? Did he say it, before he lost his memory? Or did he hear it somewhere as he watched from afar? Either way, it made that ball of anger vanish and magic to swell into his eyes.

"Sure, kid," he lifted his head, eyes glowing their vibrant colors. "I'm ready to have a BAD TIME." Chara seemed to stiffen at the sight of his eyes. Their grip on the blade tightened and they took a step back, but held their ground. Flowey's grip on his neck tightened slightly, being careful not to choke him. The flower, too, was shocked by his appearance, but didn't say anything.

The room was engulfed in black as they turned white. Chara's two souls the only thing with color. They made the first move, lunging for an attack that he gracefully dodged. Though, the blade nicked one of Flowey's petals.

"Hey, watch it, trash bag!" Flowey shouted at the skeleton. He ignored him and reached down into his magic, summoning a few bones. Some were a solid white, glowing in a mix of purple and light blue magic, others were transparent, completely made of magic.

They soared through the air as they flew at their target. Chara jumped, dodging the attack, and lunged at the skeleton. They quickly stabbed at him, forcing him to take a few steps back. More bones were summoned and, this time, didn't miss.

Chara cried out, one of the attacks had penetrated their chest, probably breaking a few ribs and damaging internal organs. Dark red stained their sweater, mixing with the dust that covered it. It traveled down their arm, dripping onto the gold floor as it made a dripping sound. Like someone left the faucet running on a constant drip.

They laughed and looked back at the skeleton, their red eyes wild with madness. They held their chest as the bone disappeared, leaving a gaping hole. He wanted to vomit at the sight. The exposed organs throbbed and squirmed as they realized something was wrong, they weren't supposed to feel this cold brush of wind.

"I've never had this much fun, Comedian." Chara went into another fit of unhealthy giggles. "This has to be much more than you losing your memory. You're much stronger than all those other timelines."

"Sorry, kid." He felt his magic flare up inside of him, reaching the brink of containment and was about to burst out. "But, I don't remember the other timelines." A large animal like skull formed behind him, a crack shot through it's eye, matching his. One eye, the undamaged one, glowed a light blue. The other, a vibrant purple. He signalled for the head to fire, and it did as it's master commanded. Chara disappeared into the beam of white light, followed by the sound of two souls shattering.

He kept his arm in the air for a few more seconds, panting from the use of the attack. Flowey stared at the burn mark left behind, almost laughing at what happened.

"You took them out in one shot," he whispered. The skeleton would have missed it if the flower wasn't next to his skull. "You've never been able to do that before." He paused them glance at the skeleton. "How did you do that?"

"I don't know…" He stared at his hands, watching them as he clenched and unclenched them. He looked up and noticed something laying on the burn floor. In a few steps, he picked it up. The action didn't cause it, might have, but probably didn't. As soon as his phalanges touched the locket, a blinding white pain shot through his skull. He yelp, his grip on the locket tightening. His head throbbed for a few seconds, fading away like nothing happened. He opened his eyes and found himself on the ground, staring up at a the top of a large hole. When did he collapse? Better yet, where was Flowey?

The absence of the plant's vines made his stomach churn in worry. He tried to move but, nothing happened. His body just wouldn't do what he wanted it to do. Then, his arm moved, but it wasn't his. This arm was covered in a blue fabric. His hands weren't bones, but flesh.

His body picked itself up and hobbled over to a shard of mirrored glass that laid on the ground. The face that stared at him wasn't his either. This one had brown hair and was fair skinned. Two large red eyes stared at him.

Chara.

The body limped over to down a path leading out of the room. This led him to another room, just as dark as the last. Though, in the middle was a gold flower, Flowey to be exact. His petal didn't have the small nick that he had acquired from the fight, though, so was this his Flowey?

He blinked and found himself laying on the floor, staring at a worried Flowey. This one had the ruined petal. He groaned and looked around. He was back at the Judgment Hall.

"Take it easy," Flowey said. "You hit your head on the floor and reopened those cracks on the back of your skull." He pushed himself off the ground, despite the flower's complaining and worrying. He felt the cracks, once he was in a seated position, and winced when he found a particularly tender spot. He pulled away, blood coating his fingers.

"What happened?" Flowey asked. He looked around, realizing the locket wasn't in his hand anymore.

"I don't know…" He grabbed the red heart locket, that must have skittered away when he collapsed. He held it and closed his eyes, wishing to see more of what happened. It didn't work. "I saw something. I was Chara and I was in a room, or cavern, they walked into another room and…" He laid his gaze on the flower, confused by the event that he saw. "You were there."

"Did I say anything?" Flowey asked, who clearly knew what the skeleton saw.

"No." The flower breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't say anything. He stared at his… friend? In confusion. It was clear the flower was hiding something, but didn't want to share.

"Come on, let's go get you something better to wear while we wait for the next reset." Flowey climbed back to his spot on the skeleton's shoulder. The skeleton stood and started for the entrance out of the hall, back to Snowdin.

"Quick question." Flowey glanced at him. "What's a reset?"