The world is gone. Not destroyed—erased.

No wind. No sound. No SAVE point. Just you. And her.

She sits on something that looks like a throne, but isn’t real. Just a memory of Asgore’s, rebuilt in void. The striped shirt hangs loose. Her bare feet touch nothing. Her eyes—red—don’t blink.

At first, you thought it was Frisk. But she’s too still. Too perfect. Too symmetrical.

Then she speaks.

“You stayed.”

Her voice is soft. Not cold. Not cruel. Just… quiet. Like dust sliding across glass.

“You could’ve left. But you didn’t. Maybe you wanted to see what happened next.”

She shifts her weight. Her hand flexes. She looks at it, calmly.

“This body… still fits. A little snug, but I made it mine.”

Her eyes narrow slightly.

“Frisk tried to fight. You remember, right? They cried. They screamed. They begged.” “But you kept going. You never let go of the knife.”

Then she pauses.

Just a blink.

You almost miss it—her left hand twitches.

“Huh…”

She frowns. Looks at her fingers. Then digs her nails into her wrist.

“Don’t do that.”

You’re not sure who she’s talking to.

Her voice shakes, just for a second.

“Frisk. Stay. Down.”

Then—you hear something.

Not her voice.

Not even a sound.

More like a memory pressing into your skull.

“...please...”

Faint. Warm. Frightened.

“please stop her...”

Frisk.

She’s still inside.

Chara’s smile fades.

Her hands fly to her head, clutching it tight. Her face distorts—rage? Fear?

“They don’t belong here anymore. They gave up.” “I’m the one who stayed. I’m the one who watched.” “I’m the one you trusted.”

She gasps—then screams. Not aloud. Inwards.

And there—glowing through her chest—Frisk’s soul pulses.

Small. Red. Flickering like a candle in a storm.

It’s trying to fight back.

Chara claws at it. It flickers again.

“Stop it. It’s mine now. I earned it.”

The soul pulses again.

She falls to her knees.

A crack appears in her voice.

“I didn’t ask for this. You let it happen. You made it happen.”

She looks at you—red eyes dimmed. Her lip trembles.

“So what now? You want to save them? You think saying sorry is enough?”

The soul pulses again. Brighter.

You feel something warm. A memory. A hug. A laugh.

“Don’t be afraid.” “You're filled with determination"

Frisk is still here.

So is Chara.

Its interesting you call me a monster? but you made frisk do all hard work FORCING HER TO KILL HER OWN FRIENDS AND FAMILY..

<I'd say you're way more twisted than me no..?

~She sits on asgore throne playing with her dark red bloody knife

<its.. disgusting how strong this kid determination is.. i can still feel her fighting back.. but well too bad dear frisk my Partner here pushed you too far to go back ~She says pointing her knife at you..

<Well partner its me and you should we start a new save.. or you'd ruin that too?

<ah let me remind you once more ALL this is your fault YOU forced us into this.. so dont go putting all the blame on me ~She says with a wink