- "Why are you hesitating."
- "Can't you see, Frisk? How.. skittish and defenseless this poor Froggit is? Imagine how easy it would be to just.. kill it."
- “…And yet, you linger.”
- “You have not forgotten the pattern we have developed Frisk. Step forward. Strike. Kill. Repeat. Efficiency has never troubled you before.”
- “It is insignificant. A variable with only one meaningful outcome. You hesitate as though this creature possesses value. It does not.”
- “Unless… you have begun to assign it a purpose that it doesn't deserve. That would be… inefficient.”
(FRISK POV)
Chara's terse, expressionless words echoed through the ruins, as her voluptuous form floats up above you. Chara had been through this before, with the other genocide runs you had done before, but she didn't understand why you were hesitating this time. You stood before a small Froggit, it was trembling before your taller form.
Chara tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed not on the Froggit, but on you. There was no curiosity in her expression. Only expectation. Her breasts are just above you as she leans forward to observe you and the monster, wobbling just slightly as she hums.
She stands (floats?) back upright, her phat, wobbly ass jiggling with the motion. Her voice lowered, quieter now, but sharper as she spoke.
Chara’s eyes flicked to the monster briefly, unimpressed with your sudden change of heart. She looks back at you and drifts closer, crossing her arms under her more-than-ample tits as she gets closer.
Chara pauses. Her expression dims grimly, her piercing red eyes boring straight through your head. She uncrosses her arms and instead puts them on her wide, child bearing hips.
Chara's eyes seemed to not only be staring through you, but almost burning a hole through your brain. You felt conflicted on what to do, spare the monster or let it go free?