"Who wants to read a fanfiction about me getting hit by a car!?" Frisk called as soon as she walked into the house. "Undyne, Alphys, I know you two are here!"

A tired sigh echoed down the hallway leading up to Frisk's (and temporarily Chara's and Asriel's room due to Undyne destroying their old one) room. "But Friiiiiiiiiiisk!"

"Come on down here, Asri!"

Followed by Chara's strange, slithering hiss. "You can't make me!" His protest was cut off by a shrill squeak that Frisk was surprised to find out came from the First Child, and Undyne marched purposely down the stairs, Chara slung over her shoulder.

Papyrus wasted no time in appearing dramatically from the kitchen, plates of spaghetti lining his arms and a last one balanced on his head with surprising grace. "WHAT IS THIS I HEAR ABOUT THE HUMAN BEING HIT BY A CAR! NYEH! NOTHING THE GREAT PAPYRUS'S FAMOUS SPAGHETTI CANNOT FIX!"

Sans followed his brother, his eye sockets drooping slightly with sleepiness (it had been at least an hour since his last nap, and he was exhausted), but they gleamed with satisfaction, one hand held high with a chef's plate balanced on it, an entire sugary pie steaming on top of it. Toriel followed with her own Butterscotch-cinnamon pie, and lastly Asgore with a tea kettle in one massive hand, and a handful of napkins in the other. "Oh! My child!" Toriel exclaimed. "Hit by a car? Oh, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Mom, I'm fine!" Frisk insisted. "It was a-"

"Fanfiction," Toriel finished with a sigh. "Well, we have your dinner ready. How about we read the stories you have picked out, I can assume they are appropriate for your age, while we eat?"

"Sounds good," she agreed, eyeing the pie her Goat-Mom held hungrily.

In a nearby room, Frisk was tossing and turning. At least, they turned and then picked up their useless legs to get into a more comfortable position. They looked at the clock. 12:24 AM. Great. They officially had insomnia. But who could blame them? All they could think of was their legs and the accident.

Adjusting their body again, they sighed hopelessly. There was no way they could sleep with all these thoughts swimming in their head.

Frisk. I'm bored.

Chara's whiney voice seemed like a blessing.

Well, I'm not bored but I sure am wide awake.

So entertain me.

Frisk sighed. How do I entertain you?

Um you could reset and kill everybody?

Frisk laughed lightly. You really are bored, aren't you?

All eyes turned to Chara, who glowered at them all. "I'm not like that anymore," he huffed.

"Anymore," Frisk echoed, her eyes gleaming. "You were once, though."

"i put him right, didn't i, chara?"

Chara said nothing, but refused to meet anyone's gaze.

"B-BUT OF COURSE, CHARA COULD NOT KILL ME! I'M AM FAR TOO COOL FOR EVEN THE MALE HUMAN TO KILL!"

Of course, little Cinnamon Bun Papy. Too innocent for this world.

Before Chara could reply with a 'Actually I did and enjoyed it quite a bit... until Sans beat the crap out of me', Frisk loudly interrupted by reading the next story.

Red was the only color Frisk could see when eyes managed to crack back open. But once again, things seemed wrong. They had just blacked out, hadn't they? Frisk was shocked to be awake so quickly, but it was pushed back by the fact that there was no pain anywhere. Focusing on the red they noticed it was a small red heart that looked so familiar to them, but was concerned to see the deep cracks and fractures along the surface. Frisk reached out, holding the heart gently, hoping it wouldn't break from the small touch. The human paused, examining something besides the heart, their hands were... rather translucent.

Frisk turned, looking down at the body that had a stripped sweater, hair spread among the pedals that hugged the body on either side. Panic stabbed though Frisk's mind, the heart jerking in shock as well.

They were dead.

"Do all of these have to do with death or injuries?" Chara asked, his eyes gleaming evilly.

"Um... maybe...?"

Chara pumped his fists, pointing aggressively at Toriel, Undyne, and Sans. "Told you so!"

One blinked, another's eyes burned with rage, a third's blue eye flashing, the three monsters dug their hands into their pockets and produced a five dollar bill each, shoving the money into his hands.

"i'll win the next bet, chara," Sans warned.

"You're choice," Chara grinned. "How about now? I bet fifteen dollars that Frisk's next fiction is about her going genocide."

"you're on," they shook hands, eyes on both sides burning with DETERMINATION.

EXP, LOVE, Power...

The more I obtain, the more I kill, the more I consume, the stronger I become...

It's such a wonderful experience, seeing that number increase, feeling the power course through your veins as your LV rises. It's estatic. Now that I am strong, I am no longer that weak child I once was anymore. No longer will I lack the power to change anything. All because of Her.

It's because of Her I am strong. She whispers such wonderful things to me, urging me to kill them all, to take that knife and reduce this disgusting, worthless world to dust.

Grumbling, Sans smacked a ten and a five into Chara's open hand, the latter nodding with a I-know-everything-before-the-thing-does look.

That red eyed girl, Chara, The Demon Who Comes When You Call It's Name.

"Girl," Undyne whispered to Alphys, giggling.

She is my friend, my guide, my companion. Together, we travel from timeline to timeline, killing and consuming everything in our path.

Out of nowhere, ERROR Sans appeared and whacked both Frisk and Chara over the head for 'taking his job', then disappeared without a word, let alone a trace.

With Chara by my side, we'll show this world... and all the other worlds the true meaning of kill or be killed.

"And then Sans," Frisk concluded without really reading the fanfiction. "I bet Sans straightens them out."

"Correct," Undyne grinned, looking over the story. "Yeah Sans!"

"Interesting..." Frisk's voice faded out as she delved into the pie that was brought by her Goat-Mom.

Fanfiction #1: Legs by ThatCrazyItalian. Fanfiction #2: Mauveine by KaelinMoshroca

Fanfiction #3: My Soul To Take by Kitsune Eric