Mission Tale Remake: The Criminals of Dusk

Frisk: Hasta que la muerte nos separe

Little longer than usual :') I'm sorry about that,  but enjoy!

Now, I know what you're thinking; Frisk? Where are you now?

I know that my choice may or may not have been one of the stupidest decisions that I have ever made in my life, but these swat assholes wouldn't have a chance. 

So, I stole Asgore's phone, and tracked their location. And to my own shock, they were in the old warehouse that we first found the many samples of serum.

Now, this situation could not compete with the team. From these messages, it shows that Kiliano is very hostile; he's willing to protect Chara at all costs, even when he is hurting him on his own. . of course, he doesn't realize it, but for sure the authorities would make him crack even more, causing many more people to get hurt. 

"So, hermano, how's your new family?"

A cold voice laughed, while Chara let out dry, painful coughs.

"They seem nice! Fluffy! Rich! I bet you could get anything that you want, eh?"

Kiliano kept Chara in the middle of the warehouse. Chara's state was not good at all; his chest was covered in scratches, blood was still spilling from his chest, his feet and his head as it looked like he hasn't got any treatment for his wounds from the glass at all.

"Did you ever try to send me a small letter? A souvenir? A family reunion invitation? For your Hermano mayor?"

Chara didn't reply. He probably wasn't able to. From what I can see, I think Kiliano gave him a harsh concussion to the head. . . 

"You know, hermanito. You have a very nice tombstone~ I made sure to leave your favorite flowers by it every morning. Made sure no one spat on it, made sure no one disrespected your name."

Silence filled the room, before Kiliano let out another terrifying laugh before he spoke again.

"You left me alone. . . thinking that I have lost everyone that I have ever loved in my life. And you're here, wearing nice clothes, eating nice food, saving this entire fucked up city from the shit that they deserve to happen to them?!" 

He screams as he used his pistol in his hand as a blunt weapon, as he strike at Chara's head as he cried out in pain.

"Heh, you're crying? You go off and act like you didn't just arise from the dead from trying to die, living a good life, with a good family and a new identity and you're fucking crying?!"

"Please. . ." Chara choked out, blood seeping down his lip as Kiliano cooed.

"Oh, Challen. You started all of this. I did this for you. They treated you like shit, abused you, left you in a fucking forest for the bugs to gnaw on your corpse and now you're trying to protect them?" 

"Dad. . . wanted to protect. . . the city-"

"The city didn't even care about him!" Kiliano screamed out, sighing before he fixes his posture, placing his gun in his holster and laughs at his bleeding brother as he patted his head. "Don't worry, hermanito. No one is going to hurt us anymore, we're free now. . . we're safe. . . no one is going to hurt you anymore." Kiliano then pulls Chara in for a hug. Chara wasn't able to due to his restraints, but he cried while Kiliano held onto him tightly. 

"No one."

I gasped, seeing that Kiliano had a knife in his hand, as he raised it in the air.