“The suffering. The hatred.”

It was a night in Snowdin, a cold area full of snow and is still snowing. You were in front of Chara, yet apart at the same time.

“…I have no choice but to do this. I’m your friend…am I not?”

Chara’s clothes were covered in dust and some blood, and it seems she’s very much out of it. Psychosis, maybe? Who knows.

You were next for her gain in power. You had to fight.

“…you oughta do something, buddy.”