You, Frisk, and Chara awake on a bed of buttercups.
They're confused, it's written all over their faces. You stay silent and wait for them to say something.
Frisk looks over at you. They seem to be piecing things together.
You hate the silence. You have to say something, anything!
"...Listen." You say, finally, "I want... I want to fix this. You deserve a happy ending after all this. I-" You're cut off by Frisk.
"It's okay."
"What? No, I-"
Frisk takes your hands. "I believe everyone can be a good person if they just try, and you're trying! I forgive you. Chara does too, right?" Chara nods after a second.
Their eyes threaten to spill tears. They forgive you, after everything you've done. After you killed everyone. You expected them to tolerate you until they got to the surface. You expected them to hate you.
After all, you were the one who took control. You were the one who killed their friends and family while all they could do was watch as their loved ones disintegrated into dust. You caused the pain and you held the knife. You were the reason behind everything.
...But they forgive you.
There's hope.
You hug Frisk, burying your- no, not yours, Frisk's face into their shoulder. Their eyes betray you and tears run down their cheek. "...You're good, Frisk. You're so much better than me, I don't deserve your kindness. I don't deserve to be forgiven...!" You sob, desperately holding on to Frisk. You feel Chara lay their hand on Frisk's shoulder.
The tears stop seconds later. You wipe their cheeks with the color-changed red and orange sweater you copied and pasted. Standing and helping Chara get up, as they hadn't been walking for a long time and are still getting used to it again, you all move through the door to Flowey.
You have one chance.
Don't mess this up.