(Crossover) Chara's Broken Wonderland (English translation)

#6 The red ruler.

Chara took a deep breath and dismounted from the royal horse that had been lended to them, ready to face the red ruler, their skeletal cat still on their shoulder for reassurance.
They took their knife firmly in hand, playing with it to get used to being skilled with the pointy weapon, they couldn't kill the red ruler without some quick practice first after all. They had to be strong and win, for the Underground; it was their destiny, their chance to finally be a good person, their chance to save instead of kill, and they weren't going to waste it. They looked at the red castle, which was really just a lifeless plain surrounded by reinforced red walls - the perfect place for a fight - and concentrated.

- You're ready ? Sans asked, purring against them.
- Yes, I will stop this megalomaniac. they replied confidently. It's my role as an angel, I'm going to make sure no other monster has to die.
- You are right, kitten, you will succeed.
- Į̶̛̮̈́'̵̥͋͊m̵̹͍̈́͑͐̄ ̸̺̠̝̩̎̓n̴̬̯̳̫̆̒͐o̶̬̩̱̣̔͐̊t̷̻̯̩̔̒͝ ̶̟̿̑s̵̙͙̋̊̒ơ̵̡͔̹̖ ̶̪̜͖͎̅̾͑͠ṡ̶̫̖̻̎͐u̴̜͝ͅr̶̭̝̜̱̒͌́͘e ̴̱̦̣͋̅̂̑a̴̙̪͑̌͂̚b̷̡̛̳̅͘͝o̶͎̲̦̘͊̇u̴̬͇̘͆̈́t̷̲̗̂͝ ̶̨̺̪̉̃̈́̐t̷̡́h̶̳͉̻͋̐a̸̺̞͛̅̎̕t̶͙̹͔̠̍̿̈́.̴̟̄̈́̃̐͜ a terrifying voice exclaimed as a red knife was thrown straight at Chara.

Chara instinctively closed their eyes and waited for the impact but nothing happened, so they tentatively opened one eye, and what they saw ruined them. Sans was on the ground, red liquid pouring out of his broken bones and black, lifeless eye sockets.
They dropped to the ground and hugged the small, broken body in their arms, weeping bitterly; they had lost him again, he was once again dead by their fault. Sans, despite his insufferable personality since his death, still was their beloved little cat when he had become skeletal, but now he was just bone dust and it was all their fault. He wouldn't have died if he hadn't had to protect them, they were strong enough to protect themself, but no, they was incapable and was only good at killing those who matter to them...

- Į̷͋'̵̡̊m̸̲̈́ ̸̮͂w̸̮̏a̶͓̋i̵̘̐t̵̩̉i̵̞̇n̵̺̊ǧ̸̞ ̶̖̈́f̷͖̋o̸̢͌ř̶̹ ̵̢̒y̷͖͊ó̶͜u̴̬͗ ̵̰̓f̸̣̿o̶̠̅r̷͈̎ ̴͓̈́o̷̲̓ú̶͜ř̸̯ ̵̹̈́f̶̢̚į̵̔g̴͍̀h̷̦̀t̴̢͒,̸̣̌ ̵͍̉l̸̜̅i̶͐͜t̴̗̄t̸̨̕l̸̞̃e̷̖͐ ̷̗̔f̴̣̒a̸͚͠l̵̠̅l̵̝̉e̴̹̕n̸̲͑ ̷̲̅ȧ̸̡n̴̫̏ģ̶͝e̶̩͋l̶̺̋.̸̵̯̠̪̱̹͉͒̅͘͜the red ruler snickered from inside their "castle". U̵͔̅ṇ̴͂l̶̯͋ē̷̝s̷̎͜s̴̡̅,̵̹͗ ̸̲̂o̸̰͝f̸̩͌ ̴͎̊c̸̳̓o̸̧͝u̵͍̿ȑ̷͕s̶͎̽é̸͖,̵͎̈́ ̷̰̈́y̵̡͒o̶͚͗u̴͉͗'̴͇̓r̸̼̃é̴̙ ̴̺͊n̴̳͊o̷͎̐ ̴̥̔l̸̺͑o̸̟̕n̵̼̈́g̵̦͐e̶̪͘r̸̖̓ ̴͆͜a̵͎̓b̸̳̐ḻ̷̿ë̷͖ ̷̥̎ṫ̸͈ơ̴͓ ̵͚̈f̵͙̊i̷̗͌g̷̡̎h̴̺̚ẗ̷̠́ ̸̨̅a̶̬̔f̴͕͆t̵̙͌e̸̪͑r̷̳͊ ̴͕̉ṫ̷̩h̷̳͂â̵̻t̶̼́.̴̡̀

Chara looked at the bloody pile of dust that Sans had become, their soul completely empty of their old determination... But they couldn't give up, their little cat had died to protect them, so they had to make sure he hadn't died in vain. They remembered the words of Undyne, Mettaton and the white family, their trust in them, and they weren't going to let them down. They would be their hero, they would win, because they were the future of the monsters and their determined soul would always refuse to let their monster friends continue to suffer.
A small blue flower suddenly fell from the pocket of their dress and, like a sigh in the wind, a voice began to speak.

- You really are the angel of the Underground kitten, you are simpawly adorable.

They got up with difficulty but animated by a desire for revenge, no, for justice; all the monsters trusted them, so they had to trust themself too. It was now finally time to end all of this.
They walked to the entrance of the reinforced walls, opening the red door with determination, ready to end the reign of that fucking red ruler. Chara was the demon that comes when people called its name, the fallen angel who was going to save the Underground, and that megalomaniac couldn't do anything about it.
Despite this, they were terrified when they saw the red ruler, his form was blood red and corrupted. And corrupted was no exaggeration, they were in the form of a huge faceless dog, just a dark and horrifying void, but possessing sharp-toothed faces in the shadow of their paws.