Welcome Back! Today is the 15th Chapter Special! So, I'm very sorry to say this but, the main plot 'idea board' has been finished, so if I do add anything new it'll probably take a while for the plot to move forward, therefore I probably won't add any new characters that already weren't planned into the plot, sorry. I will, however, try my best to give you all a good story. Warning, the first part of the story is dark, like it contains torture. (P.S. some parts of the Sanses are entirely accurate, but the changes were for the plot to move along.)

Chapter 15: ?

Murder opened his eyes. He was inside his own mind again. He tried to move, but red chains held him in place. He looked around, knowing who was here. "Alright, what's your game now Chara? Haven't you tortured me enough?" Chara, or otherwise known as the 'Fallen Child,' is a creature who haunts those who have killed, even once. They took control over Murder's body and forced him to commit genocide, he only killed once and regretted it, unlike the stories said. Chara took control over his body ever since his LV increased. A child in a green sweater and a knife in hand appeared. "My game? Trash Bag, my game is to make you suffer for taking my LV." They said, smiling at him. "Now, let's watch my favorite show again, shall we, my tool?" Murder looked up to see him- no, Chara possessing him- attacking Papyrus. "No," He whispered and shut his eyes, but the screen replayed in his skull. "Now now, you can't ignore this. It's my favorite channel." Murder was forced to see the gruesome scene again and again, until he broke. He started crying. Chara smiled, pleased with their work. "Now, repeat after me, 'I am a tool, I don't have the right to feel.'" Murder knew how this would play out. It happened everyday. "No." The chains tightened, and the volume on the memory went up. Screams were audible. "Say it!" They hissed, eyes dripping black goo. Murder glared at them, then, barely audible, whispered. "I am a tool, I don't have the right to feel." The chains slackened, just a little, and the video went out. Chara smiled. "Good, now was that hard to do?" They faded out, leaving Murder alone in his head, trying to free himself from the chains.

POV Shift

Ink was drawing in his room, trying to bring up something important from his memory. Usually painting helps him to remember. He tried to pull up the foggy image, but when he actually tried to, he couldn't. He sighed, then went into the kitchen, where a familiar black skeleton was sitting. "Nightmare!" Ink growled, looking at the black, goopy creature in his way. Nightmare smiled. "A pleasure," He said in an English accent that defined evil. "What do you want?" Ink asked him. "Trying to get me to change again? Suck out all of my emotions? Get me to surrender to Error?" Nightmare's grin widened. "Of course not! but I am hungry, I'll just need to find something else." He said, opening a portal, reaching through and brought out a random Frisk, who was squirming in his grasp. "Perfect." Nightmare said, and his tentacles wrapped around the Frisk, and a rainbow light was extracted from Frisk and into Nightmare. Frisk lost all of their color as he absorbed more of the light. The now colorless Frisk was thrown back through the portal, which closed again. Ink glared. "So you wanted to show me how you take away emotions?" Nightmare pulled a paper towel from his pocket and wiped his mouth. "Ah, happiness is the greatest snack, is it not?" He said, pocketing the towel. "It tastes delicious, however excitement rivals its flavor." He said, as if he was the critic for eating emotions. Ink clenched his fists. Nightmare smiled again. "Well as great as it was seeing you again, torturing you with your own creations and such, I must bid farewell, Ciao!" He said, disappearing in a flash of black light. Ink glared at the spot Nightmare was standing in, then went back to looking for a bucket of red paint. Geno walked in. "Heya -cough cough- Ink! Howzit goin?" Ink turned around to see Geno, who looked like he hadn't got any sleep. "Geno, are you okay?"

"Define -cough- 'okay.'" He said, smiling in a pained way. Ink looked down at him. "You're not getting any sleep huh?" Geno nodded slowly. "When I was reborn, I didn't have much nightmares, considering I was already living in one. However, now that I'm in contact with the others, I've started worrying about their well-being." He said. "Also, this scar ain't helpin." He said, removing his hand from his shirt to reveal blood. Ink looked at him, then sighed. "I have nightmares too, Geno. You know what I do? I get through them, get over them, no matter how hard." Geno looked hard at Ink. "What kinda nightmares?" Ink looked at his feet. "I wasn't always like this. I was feelingless, miserable, I didn't feel compassion, I had no remorse. Then, painting saved me. It turned me into who I am now. I still have nightmares about what will happen if I turn into that form, lose all care over anything, and start behaving like Error." Geno walked up to Ink, and looked him in the eyes, a crimson and blue light flashing in his still working eye. "Listen, Ink. You don't need to worry. You will be fine. You care about us, and everyone. No one can change that. Error is nothing like you. He is twisted, sadistic, and insane. You aren't. It's not your fault you were like that, you need to get over it." Ink looked at him, "Really?" Geno smiled, his blood now trickling out of his open mouth. "Yes, really." Geno walked out of the room, and Ink got his paint, feeling much better about himself.

Sorry if this special was boring and short to you all, but I really wanted to show some emotional conflicts and stuff coming from the characters. I must say, Murder probably will have the most complicated story ever. I always wanted to give him the spotlight, instead of his less cool, yet somehow more popular 'Killer Sans.' Sorry Killer Sans fans, but I just prefer Murder Sans. In fact, in one of my short 'sequel stories' to this, Murder will be the main star, so that you can know what drived him to, well, murder. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the story, Peace Out!