A/N: So like, I do this shit for fun. It's silly, there's a little plot but the whole thing's supposed to be silly. That's why it's just a lil' unpleasant to get screamed down, thankfully in private, over the shenanigans taking place with Chara's written gender. Like... yeah, I got it wrong, but just tell me. Don't fly down my throat, holy piss. Anyway, uh... guess I'm writing Chara as they/them? So that's that.
There was something like a meter in Chara's brain that measured the level of 'okay' things were. Murder? Absolutely A-okay. Manipulative bullshit? 300% A-Okay. However, Papyrus as a Temmie was so far beyond the meter's ability to measure 'not okay' that the thing exploded, sending glass shards flying around the murderer's little brain and giving them one hell of a headache. Or maybe that was because of the shrill little monster's screaming at the Sans Temmie.
"yaYa, ssAns itz ben 3 hors! ur puzzls arnt clambriated!" Papyrus (?) complained, vibrating rather violently in place while Sans leveled a uh... well, Chara actually couldn't say it was an amused expression. If anything, Sans looked lost. It took a few moments, but Chara realized Sans had fallen asleep in the middle of Papyrus' tirade, leaving the orange-scarfed Temmie to vibrate yet harder in frustration.
"s ANS NO" Papyrus vibrated away to do whatever it was he was responsible for in this altered timeline - Chara couldn't even begin to guess. They left their hiding spot and stepped out past the sleeping Sans, only to be frozen in place by a feeling like an extremely intense glare burning at their backside. Unsurprisingly, when Chara turned back to look, Sans was nowhere to be found. Temmie or not, the guy was a problem. They decided to worry about that later, however, and turned their thoughts toward trying to figure out what to do next.
"There's a chance everything from here to Snowdin is all messed up, too..." Chara raised a hand to rub their chin, proceeding forth until they reached a box to sit on. "... What would that pansy, Frisk do? Probably hug every one of these annoying munchkins. What a loser."
It was then that Chara and the box they were sitting on were thrown up into the air by the paw of a massive Temmie statue shooting out of the ground. You know, average every day stuff. The statue rumbled to life and began spitting Glamburgers in every direction, while speakers attached to its back transmitted Bob's voice saying, "A busy Temmie is a happy Temmie! Remember your daily Glamburger quotas and stay determined!"
Chara considered this whole... thing while they devoured a disgusting number of Glamburgers. A little mental work gave them the conclusion that:
This timeline involved Bob, in some way, being at the top position of some massive Glamburger production involving the entire underground... which was now Temmies. Chara really, really needed that knife right about then.
Current Glamburger Count: 136