Undertale: Ctrl, Alt, Delete [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 4 - Nightmares

Bones broke through the ground of the judgement hall, and stabbed Frisk. Blood stained Frisk's shirt and they curled up tight on the cold, blood splattered floor. "So. Ya give up kid?" Queried Sans. Frisk shook their head and threw a knife at Sans. Sans smacked it away as though it was a simple paper airplane. The room suddenly tilted and flew up, and a girl with brown hair, red eyes and blood red cheeks was looking through what used to be the entrance. "What's the matter Frisk? He's just a monster. You've killed all of the rest, why can't you kill this one?" Asked the girl. Frisk slowly backed away from the giant looking down on them. The girl reached her hand in and crushed Sans. Dust covered the girl's hand. "Your turn!" She grinned maliciously as she started crushing Frisk. Frisk woke up screaming in a puddle of sweat. Toriel and Asgore burst into the room, utterly destroying the door in the process. "What's wrong?!" They both shouted simultaneously. Frisk explained what had happened in their dream, only to see shocked and anxious faces. "You... you just saw Chara."

"Chara is a genocidal human. She caused the death of Asriel and made so angry that I vowed to kill any humans that came down. I was a fool..." Asgore sighed and looked away. The trio, Toriel, Asgore and Frisk, had moved from Frisk's bedroom to the living room, a more suitable place. Frisk found themselves realising who had tried to make them commit genocide. It all suddenly made sense. Frisk waved to Toriel and Asgore before walking to bed. When Frisk pulled up their sheets, a rock broke through his window and landed on the bed. There was a note attached that read:
If you want to see your joke book alive, then throw this rock back with an apology note for all of the bad puns!
Frisk was confused. Nobody in their house had a joke book. Not even Toriel, as hers was left in the ruins. Suddenly, another rock broke through the window next to the broken one. The note attached to this one read:
Sorry Frisk. I was trying to aim for Sans' window, but I was facing the wrong direction. Come over to my place Tomorrow for some "I'm Sorry" spaghetti. From, Papyrus
Frisk laughed, and knew that this was going to be a long night.