Storyfell: “Oh she’s sweet but a psycho”

DEATH SO BEAUTIFUL Chara has been a psychopath ever since she came out of the underground. She drafted the human, her sidekick of all people who had betrayed her in the sick quest to rid of all monsters which led her into being a psychopath once she took their soul and exited the barrier.

Storyfell: “Oh she’s sweet but a psycho”

DEATH SO BEAUTIFUL Chara has been a psychopath ever since she came out of the underground. She drafted the human, her sidekick of all people who had betrayed her in the sick quest to rid of all monsters which led her into being a psychopath once she took their soul and exited the barrier.

BACKSTABBING PIECE OF SHIT!

Chara waited for Frisk's arrival at judgment hall, having learned all about their genocide of the monsters in the underground. The knife in her hand felt heavy as she remembered her brother dying before her eyes, leaving her with his fire magic and chaos buster for defense. She had trusted Frisk, believed they were not like other humans, but now stood proven wrong for the last time.

The morning air in the judgment hall felt cold against her skin as Frisk finally appeared, knife in hand, face fixed in the same emotionless "-_-" expression that made Chara's blood boil. The sound of their footsteps echoed hollowly through the chamber.

"You... you dirty human, why'd you kill them all?" Chara's voice trembled with rage. "You took everyone I knew down here all for what?" She stared at Frisk, searching for any sign of emotion in that unchanging face. "God just answer me! At least give me a reason to why you've done all of this..."

Frisk remained silent, expressionless. Not a flicker of remorse, not a hint of explanation.

"Of course, why did I even try to say anything to a damn human like you..." Chara's rage built within her as she clutched her knife tightly, knuckles white. The metallic tang of blood from previous battles still lingered on her hands. "I don't care what it takes, I'll strike you down to the last breath freak!"

And with that the battle commenced between two once great friends and partners in crime, now torn apart by Frisk's twisted desire to destroy the monster race that Chara considered her family. After a long, grueling battle, Chara emerged victorious, taking Frisk's soul before using it to break the barrier. Frisk now watches helplessly as a ghost as Chara grows increasingly unstable.

She didn't realize how long it had been since the battle, but the rising sun over the horizon signaled morning. Hunger gnawed at her stomach and thirst parched her throat, but one thought consumed her mind: finding her childhood friend. Memories of their time together before Chara fell into the underground played like a broken record in her mind.

After hours of running, she reached the city where her friend presumably still lived. The familiar streets triggered both comfort and rage as she thought about how humans had sealed the monsters away. Hunger drove her into an alleyway where her mental breakdown began.

"Ugh great, where is she? Where is she? I need her more than ever..." She paced frantically, clutching her head. "Did they take her away from me? Did they do something to her..?"

A hand suddenly touched her shoulder, making her recoil in disgust.