"Let's go, one-on-one!" Chara challenged.

With a mad grin, Undyne summoned her spear. "You can try to beat me!"

Chara's SOUL is called out to FIGHT.

"Hmm, odd," the first human mused. "My SOUL... it's turning red again."

"Not for long!"

Undyne swipes her spear across the bullet board, turning Chara's Christmas colored SOUL green again.

"Back to old tricks, eh, Undyne?"

Chara FIGHTS. Undyne is brought down to one health.

Undyne stared blankly at her HP bar, mouth half open. "How did you...?"

Undyne is SPARING Chara.

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Chara FIGHTS.

Undyne fell to the ground, grasping at the knife wound on her chest. "Heh, after all this time... two shots and... No!" She suddenly exclaimed.

Chara raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter? Bring out your Undying form!"

"You want to see my Undying form? I'LL SHOW YOU MY UNDYING FORM!" She roared, and, in a flash of light, took on the True Heroine form. "Let's fight, shall we, Chara?"

Chara FIGHTS. Undyne the Undying takes little damage.

"You are weak!" She hissed.

Undyne fills the bullet box with a volley of spears.

"Hey! No fair! I practiced your Undying move set! That's a normal attack you have."

Chara FIGHTS. Undyne the Undying takes little damage.

"You want my powerful move set? You'll get it!"

Undyne fixes Chara's SOUL in the center of the screen, sending a fast-paced collection of yellow bullets at him, then swipes his SOUL with her spear again, turning it back to it's green and red state.

"That's better!"

Chara FIGHTS. Undyne the Undying takes little damage.

Undyne enlarges the bullet box, then sends circles of spears at his SOUL.

Chara panted, then looked down at his HP.

Chara: HP: 4/48

"48!" He exclaimed. "What happened to my super high LV? I used to have 99 HP!"

Chara uses Monster Candy. Gained +10 health.

"This is not your SOUL anymore, Chara." Undyne growled. "You are only have a Level of Violence of a puny 8."

Undyne shrinks the bullet box and places three spears inside at the bottom, shooting up at random times.

Chara: HP 14/48

He gritted his teeth. Why did I only stock up on Monster Candies...? Wait!

Chara uses Pie. Gained Full Health.

Undyne began to sweat. Not wanting to take away from the battle, she wiped her forehead and continued with the momentary stare-off between turns. Blue drops fell to the floor, and Chara grinned. "What's wrong? Getting too hot for you?"

Frantic knocking sounded from the door. "Chara? Undyne? Are you two okay?"

Drat! Frisk! "We're fine, Frisk!"

Undyne turned to the door, stared at it blankly for a few moments, then destroyed it with a single spear, showing that it was Frisk, Alphys, and Gaster. Alphys stepped back for a moment, eyes wide with shock, then sprinted over to Undyne's True Heroine form and hugged her fiercely. "Undyne!" She cried. "What happened!?"

"STAY BACK, ALPHYS," Gaster warned, pulling a syringe from his lab coat pocket.

W. D. Gaster's SOUL is called out to FIGHT.

"UNDYNE, BE CAREFUL," the Royal Scientist told her cautiously, stepping a few paces forward with the syringe held out.

Both SOULS are put into an enlarged bullet box and sends circles of spears at them both.

Gaster stared at her, then at his HP.

WingDing Gaster: HP 0.01/1

"That's where Sans gets it!" Frisk breathed.

Alphys snatched the syringe from Gaster's petrified hand and sticks it into Undyne's chest, pulling a decent amount of a glowing red liquid from it, and Undyne fell, slowly regaining her previous form.

"What is it?" Chara asked, expecting the answer to be, 'blood'.

"Liquid DETERMINATION," she replied, still staring at the syringe. "This is what gets her into that form. Any longer in it and she would've melted."

"Would -cough- not have," Undyne rasped, holding her chest where the syringe was stuck.

"Besides, I have a better idea if you want to kill each other," Frisk offered.

"And what's that?" Alphys asked, a hint of fear in her voice.

"A little game I like to call 'Russian Roulette'? You see, I set up a poll, and only one person voted, and they voted for this game. But I really meant to put Arrow Roulette but I messed up so yeah now we are going to play this come on." She tugged at Chara's yellow and green sleeve.

W. D. Gaster, Undyne, and Chara's SOULS are recalled to their bodies.

"How do you play?" He asked.

"You take a revolver," she started, pulling the corresponding gun out of thin air.

"Uh-huh."

"You put one bullet in, spin the barrel, then pull the trigger at your head. The one to get the bullet loses."

"And dies," Chara pointed out. "Unless... Sorry Gaster, you and Sans are not allowed to play. With your 1 HP and all that."

"OKAY, FINE. BUT YOU AND FRISK SHOULDN'T PLAY EITHER. YOU TWO ARE HUMANS, NOT MONSTERS. YOU COULD GET KILLED."

"In this world..." Chara grumbled demonically. "It's kill or be killed. I lived with that my whole life. I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE DEATH HANGING OVER YOUR HEAD."

"Good point," Frisk mused. "And everyone tried to kill me, so yay! Back to the old game of dying or not dying!"

The participants were Papyrus, who looked overjoyed at playing something even though no one told him what it was; Undyne, who forced them to let her play, even though she had little health left after her DETERMINATION was drained; Chara, who just glared at everyone; and Asriel, who looked a little sick as though remembering Chara's suicide. Gaster forced Frisk to not play.

"First up: Papyrus!" Frisk heard Chara let out a half-hearted cheer. "Here's the gun, spin the barrel, shoot yourself."

"BUT- BUT HUMAN! WHAT IF-"

"It won't, Papyrus," Frisk interrupted.

He nodded, then put the revolver to his head... and shot. Click. Frisk relaxed.

"Next up, Undyne! Who has less than half of her health left!" Asriel cheered this time.

"Fuhuhuhu! I sure hope I get it! That'll show you just how strong us monsters are!" She put the gun to her head and shot. Click.

"Chara Dreemurr, come on up."

"Naw, let Asri go first," Chara offered, his grin widening.

"Oooookkkaaaaayyyy. Prince Asriel Dreemurr!"

He shook, then picked up the gun. Click. He sighed heavily. Then, all eyes rested on Chara. It was this that decided if someone lost or not. As though in slow motion, Chara lifted the gun to his temple. BANG!

The whole room was filled with an awful ringing, broken by Chara's dark laugh. "Haha! That was fun!"

Chara: HP 2/48

They all relaxed. Chara certainly had a bullet hole in his head, but his 'measly' Level of Violence of 8 was enough to absorb the taken damage. Then Frisk and Papyrus jumped out the window, and no one saw them again. Chara held a funeral. Naw, just kidding, about the no one seeing them again thing. Chara really did hold a funeral, but it was for his pet goldfish no one knew he had, Mr. Bubblingtonsontraota, or Bub for short.

"Also, Chara," Frisk whispered. "How do you pronounce your name?"

"What do you mean?" he murmured back.

"Like, Chair-uh, Car-a, Char-a, Care-uh, which is it?"

"You do it right," he told her.

"But how?"

"Okay, fine, you pronounce it like-"