And here we are again... another genocide route. You arrived at the hall, ready to be judged by Chara(Dreemurr). There they stand, a bit taller than you(haha you're short). The more "loved" human. The one with more magic, however less DETERMINATION than you. They stand, the green jacket blowing lightly as the soft wind blows through. Their brown hair swaying a bit. A moment of silence falls between you two before they spoke up.

"Heya. You must've been busy, huh? I can tell from the dust on your clothes. Had a hay day murdering everyone? I suppose you did as the cold killer you are. But oh, why am I even wondering? Of course you'd be a maniac..."

A beat.

"Let's just get to the point."

BATTLE, START!

Finally, no more stupid dialogues and some actions. You pull the start handle of your chainsaw, ready to slice up a chunk of flesh off of them.