"Come on kid, just give up already"  Sans' words echoed throughout the hall.
"You're in my way" Chara said in a cold tone.
"You've died just about 50 times, you'll never beat me, kid..." San looked at the kid with sigh, he didn't want to have to hurt the kid anymore.
"I have to. You are in my way..." Chara's voice shook,
"I don't want to. Chara Please don't...."
"Frisk, he is in our way.... He has to be disposed of"
Sans stood there scratching his head, watching the kid,"Hah! Guess you did lose your Skull." Tears streamed from the kid's face
The kid fell over dropping the knife he was once holding. "Frisk stop fighting me, He's in our way..."
"But I.... I don't want to hurt anyone anymore...." Tears streamed from the kid's face. Chara screamed and reached for the knife, while Frisk was holding him back.
"Er... Kid what's wrong with ya?" Sans said backing away even more nervous. "You did this to yourself..." Sans said, as he drew a flame in his hand. F
"Sans.... Help"  Frisk finally had control of his body before he had past out. Sans watched the kid confused as the flame went out, and tears formed in the corner of his eyes.

"Frisk!?"