Falmercia remained back in the void, smirking with amusement as she sensed the spirit that had been curiously watching her. She rolled over to look behind her, directly at the spirit as it made themselves visible.

"So, what does it do, the artefact?" asked Chara.

Falmercia folded her arms behind her head, "Why would I tell you?"

Chara frowned, "Do you even know?"

Falmercia sighed looking up at the nothingness. "Yes, I know what it does."

Chara twitched, "But how? Not even I know,"

Falmercia closed her black eyes and bared her sharp, black teeth, "I know a lot of things that others don't. For example, I know how Sans remembers the RESETS, and he doesn't even know why." Falmercia smirked and opened one eye to look at Chara.

"It's because of his time in here. The void exists beyond time, larger amounts of exposure to the magic here makes you immune to magic that affects time, making you beyond time yourself. Each time Sans makes a short-cut, he is here for one second, and with that sloth stained soul that I gave him, he short-cuts quite a lot."

Chara ground their teeth, glaring at Falmercia, who closed her eye again.

"And that's why your memory is fixing itself, exposure to here." Falmercia's grin turned sadistic despite her sweet tone, opening her eyes again. "That's right, Chara. Your family never betrayed you, all that pain and suffering was Frisk's, and that pain was your family avenging you. And Frisk? You hated her because that little girl blamed herself for your actions, and you did everything in your power to convince her that. Well done, round of applause, you've caused more pain some of my fellow demons have."

Chara remained silent, making Falmercia open her eyes. "Would you look at that? That's the look of someone with their sins crawling up their back."

"Why do you care? You don't even care about Frisk." Chara snapped, shaking with anger, grief, and guilt.

Falmercia chuckled, "You're right, I don't." She propped herself up with her elbows and glared at Chara, "I just hate you."

Chara blinked, "But why?"

Falmercia frowned and scrunched her eyebrows, "You're no demon, yet you think that you can act like one of us. We demons cause pain because that's what we're made for, but you, mixed up memories or not, you did what you did because you liked it, enjoyed it, without any such reason. And worst of all, you thought that you could engage in soul trade, and not just make a trade for any soul, but a soul I wanted. You better be glad that you weren't magically capable of such a feat, because if you were…"

Falmercia got up and summoned a black quarterstaff, twirling it in her fingers.

"I would have beaten you to death so many times and for so long that you would have forgotten what was left of your memories. Until all you knew was pain and suffering. And only then, I would let you trade that soul to me, with nothing but the sweet release of death being your reward."