"You are mine!"

Freya's fight with this unknown force was quickly becoming a losing battle. Veins began to show across the temples on her head, her eyes flashing from her regular color to nothing but pure crimson which hungered and urged for blood and flesh from alive victims.

"W-Who are you?" Freya struggled to question, her forehead resting upon the damp, cold ground, her hands gripped tightly around her blonde locks of hair.
A sneer escaped from the seemingly imaginative being, their fingers slowly sliding across the blade slowly but menacingly.

"I am Chara…"

Her head struck up in shock, her breath lost within a gasp. She had heard that name before multiple times, especially from Asriel.

"Y-You… You're the first human who fell down here? You're the one who died and caused every other human to get killed on the spot!?" She screamed out, her heart pained with a loathsome grief. After all, not only was it law for any human, one of her own kind to get killed, but if she had been found by anyone, other than Asriel, she would have been good as dead…
However, this hatred only just made it easier to submerge her heart and soul into darkness for Chara to manipulate.

"Yes… Give me all that fury and hatred."

She was at her peak. Her fangs slid out of her mouth, pushing by her lower lip without piercing it, her shut eyes snapping open to reveal that they weren't the same. They didn't have the same innocence as they always had. Freya's body stopped trembling, her arms gradually became lowered down to her sides whilst she pushed herself to her feet.

"Finally, I have a body and now it's time to give everyone a nice surprise…"

The controlled Freya travelled back to the small town of Snowdin, the most populated area in all of the Undertale, however these monsters didn't know that their cursed fate was about to become sealed by death.
Her feet crunched against the cold, snowy surface, one step after the other until she reached the crowd, which grabbed one of the resident's attention.

"Hey Freya! What's up?" Yelled a larger being from the crowd, to which the hybrid stopped at a halt, a creepy smirk crawling on her expression, which immediately struck the creature as being odd and unnatural.

"H-Hey, is everything okay?" He asked, a little more tense than before, as well as moving backwards a few steps once the girl began to move once again, her body swaying from left to right for a brief moment before striking quickly. It all went by in a flash. There wasn't any blood, however thin slash marks were deeply sunk into the creatures body, to the point where it went through entirely.

The body fell with a loud thump, creating a dent in the snow. It became visible as soon as what was left of the body dissolved in nothing but a pile of gradually wet, grey ash. This instance was seen by the other civilians, who watched in shock of the blood thirst. A split second passed before everyone cried out in panic, a stampede of footsteps leaving the area as fast as they could in order to go into hiding. Unfortunately, some of said souls weren't lucky enough to escape so successfully.

Especially those who were slower, they were caught within the demon's hands, despite how much they ran. Every single one who was trapped within the death streak died a quick, yet painful death, just like the first victim.

However, just as she was about to kill another innocent monster, a presence became unfolded, one that she knew of vaguely, although she couldn't name the entity even if she tried to figure it out. Her black irises moved to the corner of her eye to see who this mysterious being was, and all she could see was a bright flame wearing a black and white bartender's suit; his trademark look in fact. He stood there in silence outside of the local diner 'Grillby's', to which peaked 'Freya's' interest. Especially since those who are known to be silent was the deadliest.

"So, you must be Grillby."

No words what-so-ever…

A smirk crept on the girl's face as she released the monster who was still in her grasp, who happened to scramble itself onto its feet and made and made a run for safety. She took a few steps forward before Grillby gave a rather persuasive warning. The flames that made up his hands began to increase, to the point where it became a live flame thrower, its incredible heat melting the snow blow the flame. Screams of agonising pain arose within the air as the burning fuel made contact with the female's skin, causing it to blister in every single place on her and turn as black as charcoal. All that was left was an unrecognisable body lying in the snow, along with a heated pool of blood that was beginning to evaporate into the bare ground ever so slowly. That was his job done, so he thought.

He was wrong.

Just as he was about to turn around to return to his diner, a faint yet audible chuckle came out of nowhere. He looked around. Nothing. That was until his fiery glance moved directly towards the incinerated, unrecognizable body. It was moving, breathing…

What appeared to the face slowly arose from the ground, the neck of the being crackling from the burnt skin. A full set of teeth bared into a grin, the revealed muscles stretching as a result.

"You really think that THAT would stop me?"

Grillby took a few steps back, prepared to attack once again however, the battle then on was sure to be a difficult one. The blackened body slowly began to rise once again, stumbling at first before finding her balance. Without even taking a second more to sneer, the possessed being lunged forward with incredible speed to attack.
But something seemed off… He wasn't defending himself. That is, until her fist struck him. Unlike many others who would have easily been killed by a swift swipe, her hand simply just went through his head, as if it was nothing. Grillby didn't even move at all until 'Freya' came to realization. The flames that made up his arm quickly forged a large fist, which hit his opponent with all of its might. To say the least, it sent the vampire flying straight into the diner and directly into the bar stand.

Pain struck the being's body, her bones aching as they cracked into place. For a normal being, it was clear that that one punch would have been enough to kill them in the worst case scenario, with taking into consideration how much damage was caused to the stand. In both good and bad, Freya wasn't normal.
Blood began to part from her head and several parts of her body from where the variety of splinters stuck out of her cold, pale skin. A faint groan escaped from her lips as she forced herself off of the crevice that her body caused by the impact. She wasn't going to beat her opponent so easily. Not when physical attacks were defective.

She was barely able to move her body, however her eyes frantically looked around the areas closest to hers. Just by the subtle emotion that differed from her actions, it was clear that the girl that they all knew was still within, but with the fact that she had blood on her hands, it was doubtful that anyone would listen. Even with doing so, the flame monster began to grow closer and closer, prepared to finish her off once and for all.

Suddenly, the answer came to her. Behind the stand was a fire extinguisher hooked up to the bottom half of the wall that looked to have barely been used at all, despite the fact that the locks that held it in place looked brand new.
With one final push of her failing body, she managed to grab the fire extinguisher, aiming the hose nozzle at Grillby, who stopped in his tracks.

"See you in hell…" The female whispered harshly, her voice becoming maniacal and distorted. Without giving Grillby a chance to dodge for his life, she fired the extinguisher, a trail of foam shooting out of the nozzle with a great pressure.
Grillby placed his arms in front of him, although this wasn't enough. The foam pierced through the arms and hit his face. Firstly, his glasses fell to the ground, the glass shattering as it made contact with the wooden floorboards. Eventually, the formal clothing fell into a messed up pile. Nothing was left after that except from a pile of clothing…

With having identified that it was safe to disarm herself, primarily from the unrelenting silence, she did so. Chara shoved the extinguisher to the side, her breathing ragged and heavy.
"D-Damn body…" The demon muttered in disgust before pushing the possessed body onto her feet once again, a few grunts from the aches and pains taking its toll. She would need to find someplace else far away to recuperate without being attacked. However, what she didn't take into consideration was that there was someone waiting.

Someone who could help them both reach the surface…