Frisk cannot believe what he just did earlier. His mind desperately tried to deny it, but monster dust and an immaculate broken SOUL were enough reminders of his cruel feat. Did he just kill Chara's mother? How is he supposed to live with that? The thought ravaged his mind, making him cry and scream in sheer madness. Something broke inside him, probably some of the humanity he had left was gone with Toriel's demise. Worse, whispers started echoing in his head.

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Then, to somehow protect his sanity and stop the urge to kill himself, Frisk unconsciously reverted to his newly discovered dark persona. He gained enough LOVE to maintain Chara's SOUL until he could fight Papyrus, and that was all that mattered to him. He completely forgot he just killed her mother - along with nineteen other monsters - and will probably have to carry on until the genocidal abomination in him was sated.

As if it will ever be. He clenched his weapon, ran along the hallway, and met Flowey again. The bubbly hypocrite monster turned around and frowned, someone was trying to mess with him today. He sighed, summoning pellets and vines then turned to threaten the third Chara he have seen today.

Then he saw their smile. Their beautiful, twisted smile. It felt eerily familiar.

"You, it is you again isn't it, not that usurper that came earlier"

" =D "

Flowey's smirk widened as the human's expression oozed with a hint of utmost darkness. That was their "Chara". The one without morals, emotions, and compassion, the one that little piece of them hated the most. Asriel hated what he saw, but Flowey was delighted to find a partner. Exposing his dark plan again, he was met with a laugh, a frantic nod, and an unsheathed knife. He then dug himself out, after singing his favorite line of lost times when he was a gentle monster.

"That's a wonderful idea."

Frisk resumed walking aimlessly towards the exit, not paying attention to his messy attire or untidy hair. He had his permanent poker face, that hid every emotion and sin should he feel the need to not disclose those. Right now, he was both elated to bully things and devastated by the prospect. He also knew he had to meet someone who will pass judgment upon him.

A lazy skeleton who just pulled a whoopie cushion prank on him.

Normally, he would have laughed or giggled or anything, but right now, there was no reason or need to do so.

No Chara.

No emotion either.

"uh, isn't that your cue to laugh, kid?"

Frisk tried his hardest to giggle since laughing seemed impossible at the moment. Nothing moved, however, no matter how hard he strained his zygomatic. Sans was now a bit clueless, sweat dripping from his bony cue head. He wondered why the lady sent that kid over here, they were insensible to pranks and had that poker face all the time.

Sans went on his spiel of him being a lazy sack of bones and having a human-fanatic brother, but Frisk moved forward, catching sans off guard and making him follow the very determined human.

"kiddo, hide behind that conveniently shaped la-"

Frisk just stood there, waiting for Papyrus.

"or not, doesn't matter. hey bro !"

"SANS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU LAZY BONES ?!"

"nuthin', just crackin' my bones while I sit here. This lamp is also hot too."

"COME ON SANS! QUIT TRYING PUNS AND DO YOUR JOB PROPERLY!"

"yeah, you're right. I got a skele-ton of work tibia honest."

Papyrus quit talking and went back to do his rounds, surprisingly missing Frisk.

"welp, that went better than expected."

Frisk shrugged, not paying attention to anything of the sort. Since he knew he will have to kill everyone, trying to be nice or polite or anything of the sort sounded too deceiving to him. He was still an honest kid, just being blunter this time.

Awfully blunt.

Then, sans glanced at him with no pupils, as if he finally guessed who he was or what he was doing. He then spoke with his usual laid-back tone.

" i know, you're not human, aren't you? could you keep up the act any longer? pretend to be human?"

Yes, that's all Frisk could manage right now. Looking like a human being, while cutting down any monsters on the way. He tried again to ACT rather than fight Snowdrakes and Icecaps but to no avail.

The urge to kill was too strong.

The SOUL he possessed was craving the scent of fear.

Honestly, he was far beyond broken, and just wanted to be done with the slaughter as soon as possible. He mercilessly killed around ten monsters when a Chilldrake popped up. Their puns were worse and the attacks were a little more elaborate, but he managed to kill it in two hits.

He was too strong. It scared him and made him regret his choice. Yet, there was only him to do this bloody harvest. He could not let her do it anymore, even if she hated him for eternity. He was basically discarding her love for him, sacrificing it along with the rest.

He went to pick a snowman piece, but could not stop at the first for some reason. He grinned after taking enough to make the poor thing crumble, and it did not phase him that much. He also killed Doggo without a problem, they were too frightened to FIGHT properly. He then tried smoking treats, but he charred his lip and made his throat sore from all the smoke he inhaled. It was a tasteless experience, much like his endeavor was. Further ahead was a SAVE point, and of course, only ...

"Determination"

Along a kill count, were there. He needed to kill eight more monsters before being done restoring one of Chara's fragments. While deep inside, he just wanted to scream and hammer his head at a tree, he giggled and spun around.

Termination is a sweet revenge indeed.

Chara woke up when she heard that piercing scream, it stabbed her heart so hard she couldn't get out of bed just yet.

"I am so sorry."

The child in her kept apologizing there as she scrambled in her bed to get up, bearing the acute pain in her chest. Her SOUL throbbed erratically at the horrible cries from downstairs, and she felt like something broke there. Looking at her SOUL while wincing from the sharp feelings dwelling in herself, she noticed Frisk's SOUL had many visible cracks. There was enough to shatter it, but it refused to die as long as Chara was holding it.

"Chara, I am so sorry. I failed you again."

"What are you talking about?"

Frisk was crying nonstop, and there is nothing Chara could do about it. The child wept for a long time, apologizing with a trembling voice, saying he failed her over and over. Chara limped her body over to the living room, where she would find her mother and have her search the basement.

But nobody was there.

The place felt empty, horribly devoid of any warmth. The fire in the chimney was down, all furniture seemed full of dust, and lights were permanently off. Chara had shivers now, and decided to look in the kitchen, but was met with the same feeling of emptiness. The house looked as if it died, and it made something terrible ring in Chara's head. Toriel was maybe dead. She rushed to the basement, then along the cold, windy hallway. Snowdin was in the air as if somebody bothered opening the door that should have remained shut. As it howled again, dust flew on Chara's face. Pure, white, glistening dust.

Some flew towards her SOUL, awakening incredible warmth. A ghost of her mother came and embraced her for what seemed like an eternity, along with a ...

"Farewell, Chara, I love you."

Then, nothing. Chara's vision was blurred with lacrymal fluid, she was shaking horribly, and fell to her knees. She held her mouth, holding her despair inside. Processing the demise of her mother took a while, along with Frisk's sudden appearance down the hallway. The cute ghost companion of hers was holding a knife, staring at her intently, then he ...

... brought up the scariest face Chara had ever seen herself doing. Eyes gouged from their sockets and a horrid melting face, along with black tar oozing all over.

Frisk was losing to her demon, and it did not look like he could stop it anytime soon. He was walking the murderer's path she had seen before, but it never disgusted her that much. The thought of a corrupt Frisk was terrifying on its own, let alone the guilt that it brought. Frisk broke her heart, and it was her fault he was going insane. If they were not in love, he may not have gone to such lengths. Karma had the strangest way to pay back, or so she thought. She had to spectate her slaughter after she harmed her family and friends many times in the past.

For a moment, she hated Frisk for taking her mother's life, but that feeling quickly subsided.

"I cannot hate he who saved me from doing it again."