"It's time to come out my child... No more hide and seek."

"You can't hide forever you coward. You have to face me sometime."

"Chara you foolish girl. Move out of your hiding spot and face your Mother like a good little girl!"

"I WILL FIND YOU CHARA AND I WILL KILL YOU!"

My breathing slows down as I hear Toriel's retreating footsteps. My sweating body is freezing cold, and I can only see black. My SOUL is burning, fighting off an unseen foe. I clutch the Toy Knife in my hand and groan, the pain becoming unbearable. After several searing minutes, the pain recedes. Good. I'm not fucking dealing with this shit anymore. I have to find Toriel and just kill her. Be done with it. To hell with pacifism and morals, the bitch has almost killed me on several occasions. I'm done. No more Mrs Nice Frisk.

Stepping from the shadows, I dust off my comfy green and yellow sweater and pull my red heart necklace out from underneath the material. It's covered in some goopy black substance, but I can't be bothered to wipe it away. Who cares anyway? This is Chara's world, she can deal with this shit when she comes back. I step forward towards the entrance to Toriel's house and inhale deeply. You've got to love the smell of Snail Pie, especially when it lingers in the air along with the burnt wood smell emanating from the tree in her front yard.
I walk into the house and glance around for this violent goat. No sign of her. I glance up at the kitchen counter and sigh.
"Where the fuck are the knives?" I reach into every drawer and eventually find a slightly rusty carving knife. Hey, I hope Tori has had her Tetanus jab. I giggle at my silent humour, proud of myself.

Wandering down into the basement, I laugh at the boring colour scheme of the ruins. Royal Purple? Psh, boring. It needs some... dust grey, or blood red. I spot Toriel in front of me, pacing angrily across the corridor.
"Hey Tori, what do you call a dead goat?" She looks up at me, rage in her eyes. Her hands (paws?) call upon her fire magic and she prepares herself in her battle stance, but before the trio of clicks can begin an actual fight scene I race towards her.
"Ewe."
I slam the knife down into her skull and kick her in the chest, growling at her as she takes a shuddering breath, then...

CRACK

Her grey soul splits apart and she crumbles to dust. And all I can do is stand there laughing.