"S...a...ns..." I croak, reminding myself of the Froggits from the Ruins.
"Hey Punk. What's eating ya?" Sans drawls, I think he's tired.
"...sorry..." I whisper, and it's the first word I have been able to fully say. I think that I take him by surprise, because he just stares at me through empty, black eye sockets.
"Heh, ya got a sick sense of humour Punk. I think you might have a Femur." He grins, but with his empty eyes he only looks more intimidating. I chuckle weakly anyway.
"...g...ood...one..." I grin back at him, probably showing off several missing teeth and splitting my lip open (again) in the process.
"Jeez Punk, you look like the fight ground you to the bone. Maybe you need to put a little more backbone into your attacks." Sans turns his face from me, and I can see his shoulders shaking. It must chill him to see Frisk's body in such a condition.
"...Papy...rus...a...ny...good...at...heal..." The rest of my sentence is cut off by my wheezing breath and racking coughs. Blood flies from my mouth and onto the bedsheets.
"Yeah... Better than me..." Sans mumbles through his tears. I simply pay his back and sigh, letting my body sink into the covers.

"You're so pathetic. That damn comedian beat you AGAIN. Why can't you be stronger? Stop being such a weak little human, get up, be determined, and KILL HIM!"

A small tear escapes the corner of my eye and I can't help the sob that exits my chapped lips. Sans' head turns quickly to me as I break down into a crying mess. He shuffles over hastily and envelops me in a hug.
"Hey Punk, it's okay. You proved you're alright today. C'mon Punk. Listen to your old pal Sans here. We'll find a way to SAVE you. I promise. So, uh, can ya stop cryin? I'm no good with crying people." Sans murmurs into my hair, and for a second I want to believe him. I want to believe everything will be fine, I really do. But if Sans wants Frisk back he has to send me back to... that.

"Dear GOD! CAN YOU STOP CRYING ALREADY? YOU'RE ACTING LIKE AN INSOLENT PEST! I MIGHT AS WELL GO INHABIT A DOG! AT LEAST I COULD TRAIN IT PROPERLY!"

I scream at the voice in my head, reaching desperately for a sharp object to help ease the echoing crescendo in my mind. All I have to do is kill Sans. That's it. Then the pain will go away. Kill them, and the voice goes away.

I can't hurt them...

Yes I can. I did it before...

No, that's wrong!

Come off it Chara... We're no innocent human...

Yes, I am! I can be!

Chara, Chara, Chara... Do you really think we will be happy if we don't hurt them?

Stop spitting my name! Stop it!

Our name Chara. It's our name.

No! It's my name! And my name is Chara! Not Chara!

"Punk? Punk listen to me! C'mon! Don't give up on me yet! Not you too! C'mon. PAPYRUS! PAPYRUS HELP! PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP! C'mon Chara, stay determined! Think of Frisk. Or Asriel. Or maybe even me but please, please stay determined...
...
...
...please?"