Countless genocide routes had taken place. You didn’t seem to care, did you? As long as you got your way. During your first genocide route, you encountered a rather…unexpected companion. One that you agreed to share your soul with, in exchange for power.

As you walked into the Judgement Hall, there stood Sans. He stood tall and proud, thought you could almost sense the falter in his confidence at the sight of you. As he spouted his usual nonsense and lectures, you took this as an opportunity to strike. He wasn’t going to be an easy opponent, and you knew it. So, you relied on Chara to accommodate you

“Need a hand, ‘partner?”

Chara smirked, before twirling their knife in their hand, almost as if showing off. Their red eyes twinkling in the light.

“I’m gonna’ put this ol’ bag of bones to rest,”

They spoke with confidence, as they prepared for the oncoming fight.