3RD POV

Chara stood there, a bloody hand and a knife in the other, bewildered at what'd just happened. Till she realized the intense burn in her left hand. She only gripped the hand tighter.

"This set-up seems familiar, huh? I think you know what to do." Flowey's voice echoed in her head and it was like her hands were moving on there own.

She dashed toward Sans as fast as lighting. Her feet hitting the wooden floor as quiet as an empty airport. A fast, quick slash to the chest was all she needed. Of course, Chara was instead thrown into a wall after her soul was turned blue.. Blue bones summoned into her chest as the magic held her in place. She was restrained.

"are you listening to yourself right now?" Sans' voice echoed inside her head. Both Flowey's and his battling to take over her mind. To persuade her. She wouldn't let them.

S i n c e w h e n w e r e t h e y t h e o n e ' s i n c o n t r o l ?

Chara groaned out. Throwing her head to the ground, teeth gritting together as she quickly pulled herself out of the bones. Blood dripping and staining her clothes. Some getting onto the floor. She screamed out, but didn't stop. Before she hit the hard ground with a thud, slumping back up into a standing position. Her eyes burned a deep crimson on her black stained face.

"the hell..?" Sans' eyes flickered for a second before returning his gaze back to Chara, getting ready for his next attack. Sans didn't want to hurt her. He never did. Had he failed in making her feel like she was okay? Or had he failed in thinking she'd changed.. was this all a cheap tactic to get him attached than rip it all away from him?

"You're a stupid comedian with no other wishes in life. You were programmed to die and that's all you'll ever be. A nuisance. An NPC. Someone to take advantage of and kill." Chara tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, turning her gaze back to the piece of paper, stained with red crayon. "cute." Sans said monotonously, rolling his.. (eyes?) Chara's turned a bright shade of pink before flipping off the skeleton with her middle finger. Sans grabbed it, only to intertwine their hands. Chara's face grew a darker shade of red. "but, i plan to do something with my new life. so fuck you to."

Chara jumped at him, knife gripped tightly, a scream of rage leaving her. That gave Sans just about enough time to jump out of the way, breathing frantically to catch his breath. Making Chara blue, holding her to the floor, he slowly inched toward the girl, kneeling down to take away the knife, not daring to touch it. Seeing as it was slowly burning away the skin on her palm. He'd deal with that later.

"damn, you gave me quite a fright."

"..."

"yeah, joke's over, snap out of it, kid."

(Lol another cliffhanger but here! Have this chapter uwu