(Author's note- Sorry guys, this chapter is really short, I hope you still enjoy!)

Papyrus was gone now.

It was just the two of them left, there was no way to dodge the topic anymore. Frisk was determined to get to the bottom of this. She had to get to the bottom of this.

Frisk took in a breath, before looking over to Sans, he was hugging his own middle and looking off to the side, seeming to be distracted by nothingness again.

Frisk slowly walked over to him, gently easing herself onto the edge of his bed. She looked at him, "Sans..." She said softly.

He didn't acknowledge her. She couldn't tell if he was mad at her, or if it was something else.

She looked down at her own hands. She could still feel the dust from her past sins on her finger tips. She could still feel the grip of her knife, and how it felt like the handle was made for her palm. She could still feel the satisfying sensation of her LOVE increasing, it became drug-like to her, addictive.

No. She thought to herself. That wasn't really her, that couldn't have been her, could it? Why would she hurt them? Why would she enjoy it? It couldn't be her, she refused to believe that it was her standing at the end of the hall, facing the monster that she was sitting next to right now. That couldn't be right, it just....couldn't.

"But it is."

She reeled her head behind her, to find Chara sitting on the mattress as well.

"Don't kid yourself Frisk," She began, "It was YOU. YOU were the one in control, weren't you?" Chara giggled, suddenly seeming to be looking through Frisk and at something else, someone else.

Frisk ignored her, praying that she'd get bored and go away.

"Oh, come on, don't play dumb, YOU know YOU did it." Chara still didn't seem to be looking directly at Frisk, "Why don't YOU want to believe the truth, this is all YOUR fault~" Chara said in a sing-song voice.

Frisk turned away from Chara, focusing on the ground, pretending she couldn't hear her.

"I bet YOU just loved watching Mom turn to dust as YOU betrayed her! Or- OR! How about knocking that idiot's skull right off his head when he was dumb enough to forgive YOU!" She clutched her sides laughing, "And one of my favorites! When that hot-headed guard tried to beat YOU, and turned into a pile of soup! Or that hunk of metal's face when YOU one-shot him! Boy was that just priceless!"

She grinned as she floated across the bed, and over to Sans, "But by far, my favorite was this little guy, boy can looks be deceiving! He really kicked YOU right in the ass, didn't he! He even put up a bigger fight than Dad did! Now that I mention it, Dad got his ass beat by a stupid Flower... what a dumb way to go, am I right?" She tapped her finger to her chin, looking over to Frisk, seeing the child clenching her teeth together, causing her to only grin even more.

"Oh, you, really do change quite a lot, don't you." She said, leaning towards Frisk.

Frisk had enough, she felt anger swell inside her, she looked up to Chara, a huge smile breaking across her face, she said in a low voice, that was so quiet you couldn't even call it a whisper, "I bet Asriel would say the same thing to you."

Chara looked at her, a bit taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered, she pointed at her face, mocking a familiar skeleton's grin, "That expression that you're wearing..." She paused, closing her eyes for a moment, reopening them to reveal to black voids, with red lights pulsing in the middle of them, "You're really kind of a freak, huh?"

She then suddenly disappeared.

Frisk hadn't realized she was holding her breath, until she looked over to find Sans staring at her confused, "kid?" She looked behind him to find Chara mimicking his face, red dripping from her teeth to her chin. Frisk was looking at her wide-eyed, suddenly remembering where she had heard what Chara had said.

"frisk...?" The child's attention was snapped away and brought to the skeleton, when she glanced back, she found Chara to be nowhere, "are you okay, buddy? you look like you saw a ghost."

Frisk nodded her head, "Ye-yeah" she stammered, giving the skeleton a half-hearted laugh before continuing.

".... Just my imagination..."