I woke up. It was a beautiful day outside. Birds singing. Flowers blooming. Something about this...felt so familiar. Then I realized. "SANS! GET OUT OF BED AND PICK UP YOUR SOCK!" What had Chara done? I remember talk of her being a sweet child. Had she changed? And where was Asgore to keep her from coming to Snowdin? Had Chara killed the king? Right now, I had no answers. There had to be some way to keep her from killing Papyrus. For now, I had no care for anyone but Papyrus. I had to keep him safe. But how? I got out of bed, passing the dirty sock entirely. I rushed outside, determined to stop Chara. There was no way in bloody hell I would let this slip by.