Reunitedtale

III

(Chara's view)

I opened my eyes, wrenching my hand away furiously from the furry grip that had stopped me from overwriting this world. I glared with full intensity at—

Souls. Please no. Anything but Temmie, please, anything but—

* hOI!

continued the Temmie, oblivious to my horror.

* i'm choice, choice da temmie tem!

My brain was stuck.

No no no nooo not Tem, please, no no no—"Choice the Temmie Tem", souls this is horrifying—no no no no no this is worse than anything I could have even imagined, please anything but this, anything!!!

Choice the Temmie Tem cocked their head at me.

* is you oka?

I finally managed to speak, knowing that I had to interact with the "Temmie Tem" or they would keep pestering me until I snapped and killed them.

* No,

I choked out,

* I am not ' oka ' at all.

Choice the Temmie Tem pouted, staring at me sadly.

* oh no, dats nott good!

Even their speech is horrific.

* i saw you allmost overwritten dis world . . . . why?

Perhaps I should describe Choice the Temmie Tem, so I may share the horror with others. Because sharing is caring. . . .

The best way I could describe it was . . . well, here are instructions on how to get a Choice the Temmie Tem:

Take a regular Temmie. (An alternate Temmie. The Temmies in this universe are dead.)

Put on an ironed tuxedo on them. (Perhaps they borrowed a too-small one from an alternate Grillby or something. Because this universe's Grillby is also dead. And he would never lend a Temmie one of his tuxedos.)

Tie a red hair ribbon around the tuft of hair that sticks up. (Did an alternate Frisk do this? If so, why must you torture everyone so?)

Make sure they have a rumpled, bright yellow tie with blue whales on. (This was probably Sans' idea of a joke. It is not amusing, alternate Sans.)

Cover everything with glitter. (??? Maybe they got attacked by an alternate Mettaton. This universe's Mettaton certainly would have been absurd enough to do so.)

Also, make sure their face is crooked. Not completely separate from their head, like Tem from the Tem Shop, but crooked and on their face. (Do not ask me why Choice the Temmie Tem looks like this. I did not choose this. I did not want this. But it is here.)

* Um.

I managed. Then I told myself, You are Chara. You murdered the entire Underground and watched with joy. You killed all the Temmies of Temmie Village, including Bob. You can rid the multiuniverse of this one "Temmie Tem."

I brandished my knife, which I had pulled out of my boots while caringly sharing Choice's figure.

* Get out of my way, Temmie.

* I have killed the Temmies of this universe.

* I can surely kill you if you remain in my way.

The Temmie pouted.

* nowwa!

it whined, stamping its furry little paws.