Chara's Pasta [Discontinued]

Chara

Ch.1 ERASE
Frisk chose 'Do Not'? What makes her think she has the right to be in control after what she has done? Well it's time to relieve Frisk of her control.

"Since when we're you in control!?" I shout hatefully, slashing her with the true knife, the same one she used to kill my brother, Asriel with.

-99999999999999999999999HP
You won. Chara is now in control of the vessel.

Her soul rose up, I quickly grabbed it along with the rest of the soul, directing Frisk's as well as the other souls towards the barrier, shattering it. I laugh maniacally and look at the sky.
It's currently evening.
I look down, towards my soul.

I now possess a vessel of bare DETERMINATION, yet I am filled with HATE to my core. As I quickly run down Mt.Ebott, I see a man that seemed to be in his late thirties. He looks down at me and asks, "Are you lost?"
I was about to say that I wasn't lost but I suddenly had an idea. "Yes I am, dear sir. I can't seem to find my mommy and daddy anywhere." I say innocently.
"Well maybe I can help you find your parents, little one." He said. This fool reminds me of my adoptive mother, Toriel. I lead him to so called area I lost my parents or rather just some abandoned house four blocks away and he asks, "So, you lost them here?" to which I replied "No, I just only wanted to lure you here so to kill you." With that, I charge at him, knocking him over and stabbing him multiple times with my dagger. After stabbing at his chest four times, his body convulses before going limp and dying and a mint green soul of KINDNESS rose up from him, when I took notice of something or rather someone in the distance. There was a lady nearby doing something on her phone.
Wait, is--is she doing what I think she's doing?
Yes, she is, of course she is.
She's dialing the police.
I guess I'll have to abandon the soul and make a run for it. I can't exactly give humanity what it deserves if I'm being arrested the moment I begin. I quickly take to the dense underbrush of the dark forest ahead, in an attempt to hide from the police officers that were soon to be coming after me.