The long awaited chapter where (as everyone has already guessed) Cowboy will meet his terrible fate!

Surprisingly enough, I didn't feel threatened. Instead, I raised an eyebrow at his appearance. "Now, who's this?" I mumbled.

"Another human." Chara answered with the obvious.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh! Another human. Please tell me you aren't as stupid as the rest of them?" The gun he was holding was an answer enough, but I wanted to check, just to make sure.

The boy readjusted his hold on the gun handle. "I'll give you one last chance." He hesitated slightly before continuing. "Promise to stop the genocide now, or I'll be forced to fight you." His voice was steady and sincere, though I could tell he was struggling to keep the act up. "You'll be sorry."

I stared at him, unamused. "Really? You sure about that?"

"Yes." This answer, at least, was confident. "You're in no shape to fight me. You just finished your battle with Undyne, and now you're left weak. It'll be easy taking you down, and you know it."

I narrowed my eyes and scowled. How did he know all that? Unless he was watching my fight the whole time? How? Most of what he said was true, since the scratches were still on me. But even though I was physically drained, I knew that I was still mentally strong. He couldn't plainly ignore that. "Did you just call me weak?"

"What?" His hand lowered a little. "You're not?"

I laughed a little, and the newcomer looked disturbed. "Me, weak? I'm the opposite of that." I raised my arms, feeling glorified. "Look at all the monsters I've destroyed, and the experience I've earned! I'll bet I have more than you. Which makes me stronger." I crossed my arms in conclusion. "You have no right to say that I'm weak."

"You're crazy." He decided. "But Justice can still make exceptions. It's now or never, you genocider. Either you quit, or we battle to the death."

"Fight me." I bit back.

"Frisk." Chara warned. "You really are in no state to fight. We don't want to risk your life, since this guy is obviously looking for your death. Maybe you can find another way through."

I raised an eyebrow. "Am I hearing right? Chara, my best pal, suggesting something other than fighting?" I smiled amusedly. "Really."

Chara was unamused. "Trust me, I would love to stay and fight. But you're in no shape to handle any more of those. Not until you've found some monster food to heal yourself back up."

It wasn't like I had much of a choice anyway. The boy was already heading forwards, initiating a battle. There was no turning back. The fight was on.

My red soul showed up, deep and vibrant. Looking up, I noticed that my opponent's soul was yellow, bright and glowy. Before I could question it, he was flipped right around. Literally. It was like gravity had suddenly went backwards on him, except his hair was still falling downwards in his upside-down form. Even the hat was staying on somehow. Fortunately for him, his shirt was tucked in.

Not able to contain it, I laughed. It looked so ridiculous, I didn't even know how to react. He was still suspended in air but hanging upside down, like his feet were tied up and hung on a street light or something. However, he only glared back and pointed his gun.

In the next moment, I was up in the air, with Chara at my shoulder. "Are you sure about this?" She asked one last time.

"I'm fine! Stop worrying about me, and start helping me out." Chara gave me a skeptical look before fading before me. I could already feel her presence inside of me, and I gave her the rightful permission to help out.

The air was cold, but there was no wind. My skin prickled in anticipation, and I licked my dry lips. (Ugh, I'm thirsty.) I was ready and prepared, despite the insults the guy liked to throw at me. I wasn't going to be dented. I had to stay strong. The opponent flew upwards (while upside-down) and after taking his aim, he pulled the trigger. "This is for Justice!" He shouted.

The effect was immediate. Bullets swarmed in my direction, small but quick. But I could be quicker. This wasn't much different from Undyne flinging spears at me. I moved to the right, lifting my arm to avoid a stray bullet. The boy fired more shots, and I dodged them while slowly making my way towards him.

His gaze was concentrated as he continued to shoot bullets at me. Why were they yellow? Was it because his soul was the same color? Whatever, it didn't matter. What mattered was that I was slowly approaching him, even though he kept backing away. Eventually, he would meet a dead end, and there would be no more escaping for him.

Just when I thought I had him trapped, he ducked behind a corner. Scowling, I trailed after him to find that he had escaped into another hallway just as long as the last, except there was no river underneath. Surprised at the sudden scenery change, I wasn't careful enough to see the bullets that passed by my head. One grazed me on the arm.

Annoyed, I made my way over to him again. Just how much ammo did that puny little thing have? It couldn't be much, considering its tiny size. Then how was he still firing things from it? Certainly, this was extremely puzzling.

"It's the soul." Chara whispered. "His type of soul is special in a way so that he can create an infinite, unending amount of bullets as he pleases. But the downside..."

"Is being stuck upside down?" I smirked. "Figured as much."

I continued to chase after him, only to be momentarily distracted by a nearby sign. There were only a few capped words on it, saying: WELCOME T. I figured that it must've been broken or something, due to the dull color of its outlining and how the words weren't moving.

Crap, I was distracted again. In the few moments that I had wasted staring at the sign, the opponent had gotten further away and managed to scrape my legs with a couple more bullets. Snorting in disbelief, I decided to just charge forward, head-first into the offending objects. It was okay if I took a few hits, as long as I could quickly meet my target and end it all.

But it was a bad idea. I realized it immediately after direct contact with the first bullet, and I retreated, rubbing my arm in anguish. It burned like the Ruins ghost's acid, and it left a huge bruise mark. I had expected them to bounce off like plastic, not bump into me like rocks. Maybe it had been a bad idea to underestimate my opponent. I was lucky that the bullet didn't actually pierce me.

Cowboy seemed to notice my distress, and smiled triumphantly. "See? You're in no shape to fight! If this keeps up, you'll surely lose. Justice always wins in the end, you know that?" Despite his casual talk, he never let down his guard. It was good of him to be so smart. "Just surrender now!"

His talk was slightly enraging. "Never!" I snarled. Then I leaped forward again, despite my common sense.

"Stop that!" Chara snapped, irritated. "Don't let anger get the better of you. It will only serve to your disadvantage!"

Like I cared! I rammed into more bullets, feeling them scrape my skin and bruise my bones, but I could care less. I was just a few feet away from my target now! I just had to go a little more-

I stopped when I felt my soul stop. Looking down, I saw a bullet shape right in the center of my soul, and I immediately felt dread seep into me. Energy sapped out of me, and I found myself flopping to the ground uselessly. The soul retracted back into me, but I continued to struggle. I tried to move. I tried to get up. But I was so tired, so drained, and courses of pain rocketed through all my limbs.

I saw a foot in front of me. It was the boy's. He was back on the ground, unfortunately. Was he going to kill me now? Would he end it all? I waited pensively, realizing that he was stalling just to make me nervous. Just to make the end all the more worse when it finally came. The wait was agonizing.

"I warned you." Chara mumbled.

I didn't understand. So this was my fate? To survive countless monster attacks, only to be killed by the hands of my own species? What was this utter stupidity? I growled just thinking about it, feeling the irony of it all. Here I was, trying to help humanity out by eradicating the monster species, and this was how they treated me? This was their thanks, their gratitude?

I halted my thoughts once I felt something press up against my head. It felt like a gun's barrel. "This is your punishment." The boy said, monotone. "Justice will be served." It was like a final statement, the final judgement from the court of execution. It felt final. So he was finally going to do it? I closed my eyes tight, waiting. If I was really going to die, then I hoped that he would make it quick. Then I could escape this cruel world and move onto the next.

...it still didn't come. What was up? "I… I…" The boy's words were trembling, and I could feel the barrel of the gun shaking with him. What was he doing? I cracked an eye open and stared up at him, and that's when I felt it. A drop of wetness fall onto my cheek.

He was crying.

What in the heck? He could finally kill me, and instead he was choosing now of all times to cry his butt out? Would kind of stupid justice statement was this? I felt annoyance well up inside me. Apparently, a heroic death was too much to ask for. Instead, I got this weenie of a human that wasn't even tough enough to carry out his own sentences.

But right now, I wasn't one to talk. I was at his will, weak and laying upon the dirt floor, eating dust. Right now, he still had the power over me. There was nothing I could do.

Or maybe there was.

"Chara." I hissed, trying to get her attention in my mind.

"Hm?" She sounded distracted, like she was thinking very hard.

"Now." I ordered. "Take control again."

"Again?" She didn't seem very surprised this time, but her wariness hadn't disappeared.

"Yeah. You can deal with this guy, right?"

"Easily." Chara responded. "Although right now, I'm not sure if your body can cope with it or not."

"It can." I confirmed. "It has to. And if I have to die in the process, I'm bringing down this bratty guy with me."

I could tell Chara was amused by my antics, even if it was only a little bit. "Fine." She agreed.

Once again, I felt myself leaving my body, and I focused my concentration into my eyes. Almost immediately, I could feel my body moving again, at least to some degree. I felt stronger again, my limbs filling with strength as the pain from my damaged soul faded away. Chara was taking control.

The boy blinked at us, signs of wetness still at the edges of his eyes. "H-huh?"

Before he could react, I was upon him. Or make that, Chara was. With a quick swipe of the leg, the gun was kicked straight out of his hand, and it flew into the air, sailing above our heads. The guy just stared at us, blinking in awe. Since he was too busy gaping, I caught the gun in my hand and shoved him up against the wall, pointing it at his head. He was in our grasp now.

"H-how?" He exclaimed, shock finally registering onto his face. "Y-your soul was almost upon breaking point! I saw it with my own two eyes! How did you-"

"Oh wait." I grinned, words that weren't mine coming out of my mouth. "This gun doesn't even work. Guess I'll have to toss it." My hand flicked the weapon before it clattered onto the ground. My ballet shoe crushed it instantly afterwards, breaking it to pieces. It was surprisingly easy to grind into the ground.

He stared at it with wide eyes. "N-no!" He yelped, probably from the terror of us getting rid of his only weapon. He was defenseless now. "T-that belongs to!..."

"I don't care who it belongs to." I said- no, Chara said. "What matters is that now, the tables are turned!~" The end of the statement was twirled into a little sing-song voice. Chara was very good at teasing, I noticed.

He struggled under our grasp, but we had pinned him to the wall. Only his legs were free, and he attempted to kick us. Annoying. Time to teach him a lesson for messing with us. A kick in the shin, a knee in the stomach, a slap across the face. That would be good.

"So a few moments ago," I inquired. "What were you saying about Justice this and Justice that?"

We stopped a moment to wait for his response. The only thing he garbled out was, "You'll never win, you know. Not against him, never against him…"

Who was this, 'him?' My face neared his, and I could see fear in his eyes. "How about a slap back into reality?" I grinned. Cue a mimic of a slap.

It was his turn to make a face now. It was a contorted mixture of confusion and disgust. "Puns? Now?"

"Why not?" I gave him another few punts to his torso before letting go of him and allowing him to drop to the ground to suck dust. "I thought a pun like that would've been one of my... greatest hits."

He grimaced and I laughed. Chara and I both laughed, together. It was funny, the pun and the pain he seemed to be going through. Now he knew how I felt when he tried attacking me, and what I had to go through to defeat Undyne. Now he could experience the crap I went through to get as far as I did.

Chara wanted to advance on him to deal the finishing blow, but I stopped her. Let him suffer in his misery. It would teach an unforgettable lesson.

"I thought he said it was a battle to the death?" Chara pointed out.

"But we're not playing by his dumb rules. Let him fail at his own promises." Chara hesitated, but reluctantly agreed a moment later, and we turned around to leave him. But we were stopped from a tight hand gripping onto our ankle.

Annoyed, we turned back around. "What?" I questioned, staring at Cowboy's limp form. "Do you want to die?"

He was whimpering, but he cleared his throat. "Y-you can't leave until we've settled this!"

A moment of a pause as I considered this. Was he really so dense? "It's already settled."

"Not until I go down!" Cowboy growled, and suddenly, he pounced upon us. Surprised at the sudden attack and surge of strength from our so-called weak opponent, Chara and I fell to the ground with him on top of us. He attempted to punch us or something of the sort, but I never got to see it. Chara had already went to knee him in the stomach, and while he was busy clutching it, we got ourselves back up and pounced back on him.

But in his grasp, there was now a plastic shard of his broken gun. It had been laying around close to him, and he grabbed it first chance he got. Then as quick as lightning, he had jabbed it into our shoulder, and I felt myself losing my strength. Something was trickling down my side.

"Crap!" Chara cursed. "Your body can't last much longer!"

"Make him stop it!" I yelled back, feeling the shard going deeper into my shoulder. Panicking, we grabbed ahold of the first weak spot we could get our hands on; his neck. Before I knew what was happening, we had started to tightly clench his throat, effectively loosening his hold on the shard. I didn't know when to stop. Things were going crazy; wet stuff I assumed to be blood was slinking its way down my chest, a sharp thing was embedded into my arm, and his eyes were lolled up into the back of his head.

He suddenly grew still. Very still.

Blinking, we finally let go. His hold on the shard fell away, and we immediately made our move to pull it out of our shoulder. It didn't hurt at all, even though I could feel the blood flowing like a river. This made it hard to judge the damage; was it a little cut, or a huge hole? I was too scared to look, and my head was angled at a way so that my eyes couldn't reach the scene.

Before us lay the limp body of our opponent. One of his sleeves were coated in red from holding onto the bloodied shard for so long, and his whole form was slumped and lifeless. I didn't dare look at his eyes again. I was afraid I would see what I had seen in the ribbon girl's eyes there. I was scared.

I continued to blink; silent, thoughtful. Just what had happened? Everything had went so fast, I didn't even quite understand it. One moment, we were going for cheerful puns, and the next moment, it had transformed into this.

I waited for the guilt to escalate, but it didn't. I narrowed my eyes confusedly, staring at the body. Was he… dead? That couldn't be possible… I hadn't even made my grip that tight. It couldn't have been enough to kill him, would it?

Realization slowly made its way into me, and I trembled slightly at first, until I was shaking almost uncontrollably. I tried to hold it down. I tried.

I had pushed Cinder into a river, yet never felt like this. Why was this one different? Why did this conclusion make me feel so much more desperate and empty? The answer came to me quickly. It was because this one was different. Cinder had only fallen into a river and disappeared right after. I hadn't killed her, and she might still be alive for all we know. But this guy… we had… we… I gulped and returned to shivering.

However, Chara was still in control of my body, not me. So I slowly stood from my position; first on my knees, then with the help of my palms, carefully lifting myself up to my feet. I felt so tall, towering over his figure and the dusty dirt that surrounded his now forever still form. My eyes felt watery. I was so tired of this.

Chara finally broke the silence with some words of comfort. "I know you're in shock right now." She said. "But we did what we had to. If we hadn't done that, you would've died." Chara must've noticed my questioning thoughts, so she explained, "Your body is in an extremely weak state right now. The only reason it's even standing is because I'm forcing it to. If you took control back right now, you would fall right over and probably bleed to death. The reason you don't feel anything is because I'm blocking the pain signals."

"You can do that?"

"Yes." A moment of a pause where I don't respond. "You're tired, I understand. Fortunately, allowing me to take control means that you can mentally take a break. So basically… you can catch a nap right now, if you like."

I yawned inwardly, and realized it was a good suggestion. Taking a break from all this was an especially good idea. But I didn't think I could go to sleep, even if I tried. So many things were on my mind, from doubt to guilt to nothing but satisfaction. I hated that last part.

"Don't worry." Chara said. "I'll make sure you're completely safe while you're asleep. And I can still see perfectly fine when your eyes are closed. While you're napping, I can also go grab some health items. By the time you're awake, you'll be in perfect health. I promise."

I could feel my eyes droop, the sight of the boy lying before me slowly fading out of my vision. Turning into nothing more than a bad dream; a piece of my imagination. "You promise?"

"I promise." She repeated, and feeling satisfied, I felt my consciousness drift off into another world.

I really need to thank most of you for being so nice! (Despite everything, you remain positive! Thank you! :D )