Dust On Our Hands, Justice In My Soul

F̵̱̗͍͌̈́̀͝ͅr̸̟̠̟͖̀̉́ĭ̵̬̮̒̚s̸̨͗̈́k̷̗̤̀̈̌̓... Chara entered the familiar golden light of the Judgment Hall after another successful run of slaughtering Monsters. They couldn't explain it but there was something simply, intoxicating about it. The way they were filled with sweet sweet feelings of euphoria whenever their LV rose, especially when it jumped multiple levels, was simply addictive.

Chara hummed a cheerful tune as they placed their hand over the nearby SAVE point. It was time to kill that comedian yet again. It was a shame that he couldn't truly remember RESETS. His once overwhelming attacks were beginning to become dull. Perhaps they could fix that in some way. Now there was some food for thought.

Chara began to walk down the corridor where they likely spent more time than anywhere else in the Underground. As they walked, they felt the familiar thugs in the back of their mind. The faint shouts they could make out but easily.

Of course, Frisk was yet to give up their fruitless attempts to regain control over the body. It was pitiful but also what made them so special.

Chara still hadn't figured out why their partner wanted to 'go back' so badly. After all, they wanted this. They're the one who had chosen this run. Why would they want to stop now?

Soon enough, the familiar silhouette came into view. Only... was it the same silhouette? The light from the hall made it difficult to tell, but Chara could make out a few details that argued that this wasn't the comedian.

This person was taller and leaner, immediately debunking any notion that this was the comedian. He wore a hat and while Chara could make out the full details, they were pretty sure it was the same type of hat that cowboys would wear. Something metal shined by their thigh. A gun? This was going to be interesting.

"Howdy."

His voice sounded young, but the tone that carried it was tired as if he had lived hundreds of years. This situation kept getting more and more interesting.

"You've been busy." he let out a heavy sigh before continuing, "I know the feeling."

Chara didn't say anything, simply waiting for the stranger to continue. Even Frisk had stopped their fruitless struggle for control they never truly had. This was very interesting.

The human (because that is what he was) scratched the back of his head, ruffling his brown hair and allowing some light to hit his face. Definitely young, late teens at most. Heavy bags were beneath his eyes, which held an unnatural yellow hue.

"Not much of a talker, are you?"

"Don't need to be," Chara answered, their voice a twisted mix of Frisk's and their own.

The human tilted his head to the side and surprisingly smirked, "Heh, I suppose that's true."

Silence filled the hall. Both used to that silence to simply watch the other. See what they can learn about the other.

Without warning, the man in the hat smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand, "How rude of me. I completely forgot to introduce myself."

He removed his hat, revealing his bushy hair, and did a dramatic bow as the words left his mouth, "The name is Clover, and I will be taking over the role of Judge, Jury, and Executioner for your trial this time around, Chara."

Chara's smile stretched beyond what Frisk's face should have been capable of. They could feel the excitement in their stolen soul rise.

"You wouldn't happen to know what happened to the previous Judge, would you? I was looking forward to seeing him again."