Author's Notes:

Hey, this is mostly just closure for a friend of mine on some assholes in his life so if you don't want torture... skip it. I warned you.

Charas POV.

I woke up feeling arms wrapped around me. When I looked, it wasn’t Daddy, but instead Crystal Mercy. I felt myself weaker, but then remembered Daddy took my powers as punishment. I hated feeling weak, but at least Daddy let me keep my knife, so I wasn’t really useless.

Wriggling my way out ot Crystal Mercy’s grip, she stood. I saw something strange. There were two boxes, one labeled ‘For Chara’ and the other ‘For Crystal’. Looking at the for Chara one, I sighed a little bit and picked it up. When I looked inside, I was glomped by what looked like a stuffed fox.

I stared at the ceiling, blinking in surprise. “Do you like it?” I heard my daddy’s voice call. I looked up at him, back to the fox, then up at him again.

“Where did you get this from?” I asked with narrowed eyes.

He chuckled, cradling the still sleeping Crystal Mercy as he sat next to me. “I got them from a certain nine tailed fox,” He told me with a grin.

I stared at him for a bit before sighing. “Why didn’t you take me daddy? You know I’m a fan of her!” I whined.

“Sorry sweetie, I wanted to let you get your rest,” Daddy told me with a shrug. He then shot me a concerned look. “Still upset at your punishment?”

“Yeah daddy, I just feel so useless now,” I said with a somber tone in my voice.

He sighed, bringing me up to hug him. “Well, that’s consequences for ya sweetie,” He told me simply.

“W-why couldn’t you j-just ground me instead?” I sniffled to him. My daddy let another sigh escape him as he pulled me up to look him in the eye.

“Because you wouldn’t really learn from something as mundane as grounding you, would you?” He asked rhetorically. I looked at him for a couple seconds, before sighing, knowing that he was most likely right.

A hologram of Toriel appeared, the goat monster shown in all her glory thanks to the crystal heart. “My child, it is alright. The punishment is temporary,” She said, joining the hug. I felt a little better, but was still kinda upset over the punishment.

I heard my daddy sigh. “I was gonna save this for your birthday, but… here, we can do the trip now. Toriel, watch over the kingdom while me and Chara are gone,” He said, handing Crystal to the solid hologram before me and him were suddenly in front of what looked like a apartment.

Almost immediately I recognised it as the apartment I used to live in. I felt the urge to squee almost overwhelm me, but I held it back. “Are we going to do what I think we are daddy?” She asked excitedly.

In response, my daddy just grinned, putting a red orb in me. I felt my powers return, and I made to go in, but he stopped me. “Only kill the ones who deserve it, and I’m taking the powers back after we’re done here,” He said seriously.

Sighing a bit in acceptance, I then gained a malicious grin. I kicked the door down, and walked in with my knife dangling in my hand. “WHO THE FUCK?!” I heard a loud, screechy, obnoxious voice shout out.

“It’s me, I’m home~” I sing songed with a malicious grin as I walked towards the source of the voice.

An ugly, old woman came from a room, glaring at me. “And who the fuck are you?!” She shouted at me with a snarl.

“It’s me, your little boy! My wish came true! Now that I’m Chara, your death will be too,” I said, creepily rhyming. I even managed the creepy face as I said this. I could tell because the hag in front of me recoiled.

The first thing I did was shoot forward, slashing my knife through her knees, removing her legs and using some DT to burn the wounds shut. She wouldn’t get to bleed out. Raz came in then, and I saw something wriggling over the walls of the house. She wouldn’t be getting help either it seems.

“Oooh, that looks like it hurts a lot, are you okay?” I asked, doing my best imitation of Friezas voice.

“Y-you little demon!” The woman shrieked at me.

“Yoink!” I said, using my knife to clean one of her arms off in the same fashion. “Oh, I just remember. You always complain that you can’t see, let’s make it so you can’t!”

I stabbed her eyes out, careful not to hit her brain. She shrieked like a banshee, thrashing from her place before tendrils rose out of the ground and held her up. At that moment, another person entered. She was a rather budgy woman… who am I kidding? A tub of lard approached us. “Oh, if it isn’t Francy~” I cooed menacingly. I nodded to daddy, and suddenly she was restrained too. It took four times the tendrils.

“Geeze, why are you so tubby? Don’t you know how to put down food? I’m afraid to cut a limb off, it may cause a earthquake!” I said, not too sure if I was over exaggerating or not. I looked to the side and noticed all of my old stuff in garbage bags by the door.

“Well, I’ll be taking that back,” I stated. In response, my daddy sent tendrils out and collected the bags, carrying them over to himself.

“And who in da hell are you?!” The fatty asked.

“Haven’t you realised or is your brain too small? It’s me. I used to go by Casey, but now I am Chara,” I said with a maniacal smile on my face as I watched it all click for them, how they realised this was all their fault for torturing me over the years.

“B-but chu only been gone a hour!” The fatty shouted. I was a little surprised at this. It was only an hour for them? Well, I guess Daddy wanted to make sure they were both here and I could get my stuff, so he probably did this on purpose.

“Daddy, can you get all their nice things? I have… things to do,” I said giggling. He nodded, and went further in the house to collect the expensive items.

One gruesome torture later…

Me and daddy were standing outside, our loot in bags. I was covered in blood, and let’s just say the scene behind me was not for anyone to see. We didn’t pay attention to our surroundings as Daddy teleported us back home and into the bathroom.

“Alright, let’s get you all clean and junk,” He said with a grin. I felt my powers taken again except for my Save and Load again.

I smiled at daddy, too happy over the closure I had finally gotten to care as we got to getting me all cleaned up so no one would fret over the gore on me.