The readers try to tell Chara it wasn't their fault.

"Yes it was," Chara replies, "at least, Asreil dieing was. If only I hadn't gone through with that stupid plan! Also, what the hell was that guy? He claimed to be God, but that wasn't God. He felt... I won't say evil, but... really bitter, angry about some thing. Kinda like me I guess..."

"I'm telling you," a voice speaks from around the corner, "I know that voice anywhere! That has to be Chara!"

"Chara is gone Toriel," another voice responds, "are you feeling OK?"

"Asgore," Toriel growls, "I will light you on fire I swear to God if you don't let me at least make sure."

"Fine," Asgore sighs following Toirel around the corner, but there's no way-"

Asgore stops, his jaw dropped at the sight of Chara. The whole Underfell crew is not far behind, Sans arguing with Frisk about how dangerous Chara is if it is Chara. They all fall silent, the surface stands still, in awe of the miracle. Underfell Chara, is finally home.

Toriel is the first to move. "Tori," Sans whispers, "be careful."

"Shut up Sans," Toriel growls, "I won't let you hurt Chara."

Chara gets up, their sins crushing them with each step. "Hey mom," they smile, "I'm home." They hug Toriel, Toriel hugs them back and lifts them up. Asgore joins in, turning it into a group hug.

"Kid," Sans demands, "you got about five seconds to explain where you got that soul before I rip it out of ya."

"Well," Chara sighs, "that's just it. We need to get to Mafiatale. There's this guy, named Edgar, claims to be God. He gave this soul but... He erased Mafiatale Chara, and if we don't go there and stop Red, all of Mafiatale shall fall."

Underfell Frisk sighs. "I knew there'd be a catch. I'll call Canon Sans, and Swaptale Papyrus. They can handle it."

You know, that actually begs the question, how long have the AUs been interacting? Let me check the notes...

Ah, I see. As of the time of this story, six months. Good to know, moving on...

"Ah ah ah," God appears, closing his notebook.

"You can try to save Mafiatale," he warns, "But know, that one Sans not of that world who goes to save it will die. Along with Mafiatale Sans. So, choose your sacrifice carefully. Swaptale Papyrus? Blueberry? Fell? Canon? Or maybe even Horrortale? Why not? Your call. Which Sans shall die?"

"How about you?" Fell growls.

"Fell first then!" God exclaims starting a FIGHT and immediately killing Underfell Sans with magic.

"Sans!" Underfell Frirk yells, but the dust offers no response...

Underfell Papayrus is in a state of... disbelief.

"So, Fell's out!" God exclaims, "anyone else wanna fuck with God?"

The others back away, afraid, Papayrus is the only one who has the guts to even glare.

"So," Edgar smirks, "they shall choose a sacrifice, and you'll make the call. That Sans will die, because of you Fell Frisk, and I you disobey, I'll just destroy Underfell! I'm LV 100! Actually, I need to heal."

Edgar approaches a nearby save point.

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"Your call readers," God smiles, "which Sans dies?"

Now the readers choose which Sans to kill.