Frisk would back away from the keyboard with Chara as they both watched as the screen came to life.

"It's starting up." Frisk said

"About time." Chara said.

The two stared at one another for a moment before looking back at the screen. The screen flickered to static black before then showing it was ready for a title.

"...UnderTale." Frisk said as he typed it in. Chara looked at him before they looked back at the screen.

"Now we'll have the look of the character...mmm." Frisk said as he looked to Chara, Chara looked to him with a confused look.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Chara asked. "You don't mind if I make it look like you a little right?" Frisk said.

"What? Tch! Do what you want. I don't care. I just want the soul." Chara said as they waved Frisk off. Frisk titled his head a bit before then beginning to type in all of the aspects and dimensions of the protagonist.

"You didn't tell me what you wanted to do with my soul if you get it. Or maybe I wasn't listening...would you tell me anyway?" Frisk asked.

"Heh, isn't obvious, I'll be erasing everything. Destruction in its finest form." Chara answered. 

"Thats it? Just to destroy stuff? Pretty lame." Frisk said as he kept typing.

"What?! And I assume what you've been doing has been better?" Chara asked as they placed their hands on their hips. "Not really. But sometimes doing nothing is better than doing something.

Especially things like destroying stuff just because you can." Frisk said.

"I don't do it cause I can, shows how much you know, I do it because you haven't seen how everyone treats monster-kind or the humans themselves." Chara said.

"But I am-"

"Shut up cause you haven't. Humans are evil and wicked in nature. They take, take and take. Thats all. Heh, even you do it too don't you freak?" Chara said.

"..." Frisk just kept typing, not looking at Chara.

"And monsters? Well, they don't deserve to live in a world with humans. It's a mercy killing if anything." Chara said. "One that you take enjoyment in." Frisk said only for Chara to smile at his response.

"Hehehe, of course, like I said, humans are evil. I'm not beyond my nature, but at the most I can guide it to another direction and manipulate it to fit my agenda. But hell...I can have a little fun." Chara chuckled.

"..."

Frisk then would return to a memory of the first time he had killed Toriel. He watched as her expression went from being that of worried to that of fearful.

"Hehehe...It looks like I was the one keeping them safe from you..." Toriel said before then dropping to the ground and turning to dust. Frisk walked to her piles of ash and put his hands through. Cupping a small portion of it. He stared at it for a few moments before blowing on it and watching as it went flying ahead of him.

"...Just like that." Frisk thought. Thats when Frisk would return to the present.

"What about you? Do you deny your own-"

"I've never denied anything in my life. And I won't deny the enjoyment I felt when I killed them all." Frisk said, Chara's expression then went from confident to slightly surprised. "Oh...that...I-"

"Surprised? Shocking, isn't it? Back when the options were still unknown, and the illusion of choice wasn't yet known not to be my own. That is when I for brief moments felt...joy.

Taking something away is gratifying, its intoxicating as you once said. After some time though, it grows dull like everything else. Nothing gets more boring in the world than taking another's life. Especially when you've gotten increasingly good at doing so.

When I struck Asriel when he was still Flowey, I did it of my own free will. For the first time. It was a choice I made. That brief moment of freedom made me realize just how many strings I had attached to my body. That made it only better when the True Pacifist Route was completed and I wanted to come back. The strings were gone, whoever was holding got what they wanted, but I was left unsatisfied.

So I came back, and played again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, and again. Until eventually...even that became dull. I can only eat so much pie, I can only listen to so many puns, I can only help so many girls get together and give spiders so much money until it all gets boring.

Yet I still played. And when my boredom faded away, all that was left was...well." Frisk said as he then stopped typing, the last bit of text on the screen waiting for him to press enter. Chara's face was petrified. They weren't sure what to say or what to think on what Frisk was saying.

"...Well I don't know what's left now. I guess you can say after everything, I'm no longer me. I just am." Frisk said as he then looked down, his head hung as his hands rested on the keyboard. Chara just stared at him.

"..."

Frisk then looked to Chara who seemed to be searching his face, like they were looking for something. Yet when Frisk faced them, they pulled their face back. 

"Sorry, I haven't talked to anyone in a while. I don't like to ramble. I'm not much of a talker. Anyway, lets finish this." Frisk said as he pressed enter and the screen went black once more for the final time.

"Thats it?" Chara asked

"Yes. I don't linger on stuff like that." Frisk said.

"So that whole speech you just had, that's just stuff? Nothing about it really speaks to you." Chara asked.

"Should it?" Frisk asked.

"Why are you asking me?" Chara asked "You're an Ai, piece of code. I'd figure maybe you had an answer. Though from your reaction-" Chara's face twisted into disgust as they looked at Frisk.

"-That doesn't seem to be the case." Frisk said. Chara then pushed Frisk back and looked away from him. Frisk tilted his head as Chara gripped their own chest.

"...Damn you....Damn you." Chara said before they stomped away. Frisk watched them leave before then looking back to the screen as music began to play. Thats when Frisk would press a button and a small microphone would protrude from the keyboard.

He then began to open his mouth and speak into it.

"Long ago..."