"so your telling me," Sans said, putting his two index fingers together in a straight line, "frisk's save file is gone along with her soul and she passed out when she got home from who knows where after you got a call from the fucking government about predictable plans to put us all back underground?"

"I..—" Chara thought to herself for a moment, "Uhm—"...

"Yes..? But actually..— yes." She sighed, placing a hand on her forehead, covering her eyes. "welp. it was a good run while it lasted." Sans shrugged, getting off the bed and exiting the room, "thanks for everything? er.., I'll start packing—"

"You're just gonna give up that easily?"

"yea. what else can I do—"

Chara punched him in the arm. Not hard enough to kill him but to leave a bruise. "ow! why'd you do that?—" again. "ow!" Again. "okay, now it's actually starting to— ow!" And again— "knock it off!" Sans said sternly, grabbing both of the girl's wrists tightly. Chara sighed, "You.. you cant just.. give up that easily! How do I have to get it through your thick-skull that we're getting that happy ending?!" She looked him in the eyes. She was angry. He was bruised.

Something clicked inside sans. She was serious? Chara Dreemurr. The Chara Dreemurr. Adopted child of Toriel and Asgore and the sister of retired prince Asriel? The girl who'd "killed every one of his friends and family." He didn't even realize it yet but he was blushing.. huh. Not new but unexpected. He sighed. "take it from me kid. sometimes you gotta know when to quit."

He let go of her wrists and turned for the door, "do what you want. either way the world's gonna reset. I can't do anything about it, and it'll go back to normal. if you are so determined then do it. just don't count me in."

Slam

Chara flinched when he slammed her door. Was he really that down in hope? She touched her wrist, "I..I won't stop." She whispered, "till I get this right. Till I get this happy ending."

(IM ALIVE AAAAAAAAAH 🥺