Undertale: Desolation

The Prologue

Not a word was murmured as everyone on the mountain watched the sunrise, it was one of the most beautiful things the monsters had ever seen. Standing among them was the human who had done it all. The one who befriended and freed them all out of the kindness of their heart.

The very same child who slaughtered, crushed, and watched them all crumble into dust over and over again. Frisk, the savior of the monsters had done it once again. How could they ever repay them for such a kindness?

Watching from behind a pile of rubble, a ghostly figure watched the scene with a strained smile on their face. How could they stand there and smile as if they hadn't ever killed one of the people Chara had once held close to their heart?

Frisk had stopped killing and decided to be merciful once again... But how long would it take before they would grow bored? How long until they felt the urge to plunge their knife into someone's back? How much longer until they pressed that damn reset button and erase all of their progress?

No, they weren't going to get away with this. Never again were they going to murder everyone they loved.

Slipping away from the scene, Chara floated back into the underground with their empty soul that had once held Determination. After all of what had felt like years of genocide runs, Chara had just enough execution points to change the game.

Floating across the underground, they recalled every single murder the human had committed in every single run. All the memories just fueled their rage and devotion. Stopping in the first room of the underground, they stared down at the yellow flower bed of buttercups. Just below them would be the remnants of Charas body.

Looking down at the empty vessel of their soul, they mulled over their decision. Once they did this, it could never be undone, and they would be gone. Even if they were already a ghost who had nothing to live for, the idea was terrifying.

Forcing down their nerves, they watched a button appear in front of them. TRANSFER.

The button was glitching in and out of existence with the text shifting from the regular golden tone to a sinister red. Chara reached over to the button and clicked it.

A loud sound echoed throughout the pitch black room as the remnants of their soul was pulled away from their hands. Chara watched as the button pulled the old files from the previous resets and built upon each other, combining into one save that would fill the entirety of the vessel.

Looking down at their arms, they had noticed their ghost form had started slowly disintegrating in the fashion of a monster when they were turning into dust. Ironic, isn't it?

Frisk was going to burn in hell... and they were going to watch.