Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170703184733/@comment-28920015-20170704050009

Chara looks at him, "You have learned nothing from my glitched self. All the HATE caused by genocides have rubbed off onto me, multiple that times millions of those runs and you end up with alot of HATE. Ha! It's a miracle my soul power didn't change! Why? Because frisk kept coming back, and the hate transfers to them every time. It was also a miracle that the whatever god was controlling them xould jeep them from the dark so often, but i am always what they crave, POWER. Without me the PLAYER would get bored, but we can't have that, now can we? Nooooo the PLAYER must come back, or else the world would be in control of Flowey. The PLAYER ALWAYS COMES BACK! Which in turn gives ME more power! I dug my grave long ago, and it's too deep for ANYONE to be pulled out of. It was nice to know you though. To LOVE you, whatever that's worth." She got ready with Akumu Scythe, ready to fight, ready to wnd it all.