Frisk's POV (Let's see if I can NOT suck at this)

I woke up late that night. I thought I had heard Toriel in the kitchen. I crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Sunni, who was asleep on the floor. It was something about her being a cat that made her quite happy on the floor. I looked into the kitchen, startled by what I saw. 

Chara.

She smiled manically, the same way she did when she ambushed me on thanks giving. "Hi, Frisk!" she said, before I was thrown into battle. I attempted to dodge the attacks, while trying to keep a friendly conversation. Sadly, those barely work when ones on the Genocide route. A final blow caused me to lose...

I opened my eyes. Sans was infront of me. Dead. Chara spoke, and I realized that I was seeing through her eyes. "This is the kind of battle we like, isn't it?"

Then I woke up. Sunni was right next to me. " Are you ok?" She asked. "...Nightmares..." I put it simply. She hugged me, wrapping her tail around the two of us like a sheild/blanket/thing. "It'll be alright" she whispered. "Just.. Don't loose your Determination.

ENJOY THIS TERRIBLY SHORT INTERMISSION DREAM THINGY. I may or may not do more POVs in the future. ANYWHO, yes this is relevant to the story. 

I'm so sorry.