Description
"Frisk, I wanna ask you something." Chara said, looking at their partner. "What is it, Chara?" they asked, as curious as ever. "Do you think I would still become the Yang to your Yin if the player never controlled us?" Frisk shook their head, denying the notion. "Thought so." Chara said, looking at the reset button. The player had done a genocide route once again and they were both sick of taking the blame. Frisk teared up as the past few routes passed through their mind. Chara hugged them as they cried, angry at the player in charge. "When will this end..?" Frisk mumbled between their sobs. Suddenly, an idea crashed into Chara's mind. "Hey. What do you think will happen if we try telling the comedian? He already knows me, all we need is a plan." Frisk nodded, DETERMINATION appearing in their eyes once more. That could work. The player reset to a new genocide route. But this time, they would face more then the bag of bones known as Sans as karma. Cover art by cailathehedgehog on Deviantart.
Prologue AKA Description
