[Sans, at LV 20, wasn't a concept that should scare Chara.
There was fear, but that was reserved for Frisk's well-being. They knew full well that he was capable of killing them with an ease that was ridiculous. Bones could slice through them as easily as a Knife did Sans, once upon a time. Chara's fear of a LV 20 Sans come from there.
But it wasn't just Frisk's possible death that was frightening them beyond belief. They could lose their Partner but it's likely that this Sans was smart enough to realize that Chara didn't put much stock in their own life. There was nothing to gain from killing them, unless he wanted to take that last precious person from them.
And that's the thing, isn't it? Took a life. Just like Chara did, carving their way across the Underground, slaughtering everything they came across. Using every method to get every single Monster until nothing was left. Grinding it all out and leaving a blot where love once was. All with a smile on their face.
Once upon a time, The Human was friendly.
Once upon a time, so was Sans.
And nobody likes looking in a mirror. The roles were reversed. This is what it was like to face down a LV 20 Chara, wasn't it? This was the terror of having your life threatened by such a thing.
But it's not just that. Sans had been hugging them, telling Chara it was okay. That they could stop. That moment of peace had allowed them to understand the words that he said when he slammed Frisk's double into the ground. They called. He came. Sans helped them, despite everything Chara had done to him. Despite it all.
But that's just the setup to the whole joke, isn't it? Chara doesn't have to say the punchline either. Everyone here knew.
Sans had been killed at his most vulnerable moment. Just like Chara had done to Toriel.
Something snaps. Something deep inside of Chara just breaks. It may have to do with the font they're still staring it. Maybe it was the Demon. Or it was just simply breaking under the events they had gone through just far. But something just...slips out in a quiet voice, begging in the way the words had been when they first read it.]
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There was fear, but that was reserved for Frisk's well-being. They knew full well that he was capable of killing them with an ease that was ridiculous. Bones could slice through them as easily as a Knife did Sans, once upon a time. Chara's fear of a LV 20 Sans come from there.
But it wasn't just Frisk's possible death that was frightening them beyond belief. They could lose their Partner but it's likely that this Sans was smart enough to realize that Chara didn't put much stock in their own life. There was nothing to gain from killing them, unless he wanted to take that last precious person from them.
And that's the thing, isn't it? Took a life. Just like Chara did, carving their way across the Underground, slaughtering everything they came across. Using every method to get every single Monster until nothing was left. Grinding it all out and leaving a blot where love once was. All with a smile on their face.
Once upon a time, The Human was friendly.
Once upon a time, so was Sans.
And nobody likes looking in a mirror. The roles were reversed. This is what it was like to face down a LV 20 Chara, wasn't it? This was the terror of having your life threatened by such a thing.
But it's not just that. Sans had been hugging them, telling Chara it was okay. That they could stop. That moment of peace had allowed them to understand the words that he said when he slammed Frisk's double into the ground. They called. He came. Sans helped them, despite everything Chara had done to him. Despite it all.
But that's just the setup to the whole joke, isn't it? Chara doesn't have to say the punchline either. Everyone here knew.
Sans had been killed at his most vulnerable moment. Just like Chara had done to Toriel.
Something snaps. Something deep inside of Chara just breaks. It may have to do with the font they're still staring it. Maybe it was the Demon. Or it was just simply breaking under the events they had gone through just far. But something just...slips out in a quiet voice, begging in the way the words had been when they first read it.]
Please don't hurt my family.