Chara is on her tenth genocide run. She doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon. Sans, her judgement, has given up. He's fine with Chara walking in, killing him, then walking out the hall. To Chara, he's lost his spark, his will to live. She hated that. Chara, the teen she was started to do something about it, something bad. Chara, girl. Age, 19 Sans, boy. Age, 22 (dammit I almost messed that up)