-A few days after the last chapter-

Sans: *has his headphones on once again* *opens the fridge* *grabs a ketchup bottle* *sees a piece of paper stuck to it* ...eh? *reads it*

Sans: *looks at you* heh, you're not gonna like this answer. *winks*

Sans: *walks into the living area where Frisk and Chara are playing smash together... and screaming at each other... look the game can get really aggressive* *leans against the frame to the entrance waiting for the game to end*

-Timer runs out in the game-

Chara: COME ON, I WAS JUST ABOUT TO USE MY SMASH ATTACK!

Frisk: *giggles* I win~

Chara: NOT FAIR!

Frisk: *raspberries them*

Chara: *crosses their arms* I hate you.

Frisk: I know. *giggles again*

Chara: *notices Sans out of the corner of their eye* *snarls* What do you want, comedian?

Sans: not that attitude, and you two got an ask. *takes the paper out of his pocket and wiggles it in the air*

Chara: *walks up to him* *mumble mocking him* "not that attitude" suck my- *trails of grumbling before ripping the paper from his hands*

Sans: ouch, my feelings.

Chara: Shut it.

Sans: never opened my mouth.

Chara: *glares* Smart*ss.

Sans: *makes the sound of someone clicking their tongue...somehow* just doin' my job. *flicks his headphones up and walks out*

Frisk: *shakes their head at the two* *walks over to Chara and looks over their shoulder at the ask*

Paper: " Lord_Darth_Vader asked: Em chara did you or frisk start the genocide? And if it was frisk did you try to stop her?"

Frisk: Oh geez...

Chara: *looks to you* Neither of us did. *chuckles a little, their eyes glowing dimly* I wonder who it could be, partner~ =)

Frisk: *gulps, taking a step back from Chara*

Chara: And, didn't you all get what you wanted? I was a mere tag-along, forced to go where ever you dragged Frisk's body. I couldn't stop it. All I am is a narrator.

Frisk: *looks at Chara with a mixture of concern and fear*

Chara: Do you think I LIKED seeing you kill them all? You really are sick, aren't you?

Frisk: ...

Chara: Maybe I did help finish off the comedian and Flowey. But it was out of pity. I could see they were suffering. Why not put the sick dog to sleep? It was for the best. I don't believe either one of them even know it was me who finished them off. It's for the best that they don't.

Frisk: *looks at them, feeling awful for them*...

Chara: *laughs* What? Do you all not like the feeling of being at fault? Oh, poor you.... G E T    O V E R   I T . *eyes go black*

Frisk: ...Chara...

Chara: *looks away from you and to Frisk* Yes?

Frisk: I'm sorry... *looks down at their feet* I-I should of had better control o-of my body... you shouldn't have h-had to see and do that. *sniffs, feeling their eyes well up* *quickly rubs them to avoid letting any tears fall*

Chara: ... It's not your fault... *looks away* ... come on, we got a game to play, no time for crying. *starts walking back towards the game*

Frisk: *sniffs again* Y-you're...*takes in a deep breath* You're right. *follows them*

POINTS!!!

Chara: 6

Sans and Frisk: 4

Undyne: 3

Papyrus, Grillby, Flowey, Mettaton, Asgore, Alphys: 2

Everyone Else: 1

???: *sips coffee* You're all wasting time...