The Judgment Hall echoed with the sound of... nothing. We finally did it. We KILLED the joker. Everyone is finally dead. The only thing remaining on this ground is your red blood and fragments of bone. You will smile upon the sight of the skeleton's dust and ash. He really put up a real fight, didn't he? Hehehe... But you managed to go through it. Good for you. Now there's only one thing left to do..
Frisk snaps back into reality, staring at the pillars of the Judgment Hall. The blissful sound of nothing, nothing besides the tapping of the knife and thump of footsteps. They drop the knife, walking forward and through a door. This is all oddly familiar.. They think inside their head. They didn't say that, must have been their imagination once again. Frisk travels through the grey hallway. It looked just like Toriel's home, but in a gray scale. Must be Asgore, too bad we already killed him when we had the chance. Frisk already knew the choice they had to make when they reached the end of this hallway. It will fade to black when I reach the ending. Frisk took a step forward, approaching the door at the end. They took a deep breath in, and then out. I have to stick to this, I chose to do this.. Frisk recited in their head. They pushed opened the door, blackness blinding them.
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'' Greeting, Frisk. I am CHARA. '' The figure seemed to be floating in this eternal void, only the two present. Chara, as they call themselves, had hair exactly like Frisk's. A short and brown hairstyle, something you could say you see daily. They seemed to be exactly their height, if not a bit taller. A yellow stripe was on their green sweater, giving it a similar look to their own.
'' I'll cut all the talk, and get straight to the deal... '' Chara laughed, the sound echoing through the entire abyss. '' You give me your SOUL, and I'll let you.. 'go'. '' Chara stared right into the eyes of Frisk, a threatening look upon them. Frisk was shivering in their own clothes, was it always this cold? No.. it couldn't have been. It was... them. Frisk opened their mouth to talk, but Chara only smirked. They already knew what Frisk would say. Chara snapped their fingers, Frisk's red SOUL appearing in hand. " You've made a good decision, Frisk. We'll erase this timeline TOGETHER. With your power. " Chara started laughing, before everything started fading to white.
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SELL YOUR SOUL | A Genocidal Story
Horror{{| FOLLOWING THE EVENTS OF A GENOCIDE RUN |}} Frisk killed them all, just as their coach has instructed. They plunged the knife into the skeleton, and he disappeared into a mass of dust. It's now time for the final decision they'll have to make...
