Chara Dreemurr looked at the tiny chocolate in her hands and felt sexy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her golden surroundings. She had always hated long Asgore's Castle with its wonderful, warty windows. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sexy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sans The Skeleton. Sans was a brutal sloth with red hands and pointy warts.

Chara gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an intuitive, kind, hot chocolate drinker with moist hands and blonde warts. Her friends saw her as a high-pitched, hushed Hitler. Once, she had even revived a dying, Papyrus.

But not even an intuitive person who had once revived a dying, Papyrus, was prepared for what Sans had in store today.

The hail pounded like fighting Temmies, making Chara shocked.

As Chara stepped outside and Sans came closer, she could see the thoughtless smile on his face.

"I am here because I want reset," Sans bellowed, in a giving tone. He slammed his fist against Chara's chest, with the force of 2023 Boss Monsters. "I frigging hate you, Chara Dreemurr."

Chara looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the tiny chocolate. "Sans, get dunked on," she replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two freshly-squeezed, frail Froggits laughing at a very intelligent Genocide, which had trombone music playing in the background and two admirable uncles jogging to the beat.

Suddenly, Sans lunged forward and tried to punch Chara in the face. Quickly, Chara grabbed the tiny chocolate and brought it down on Sans's skull.

Sans's red hands trembled and his pointy warts wobbled. He looked confident, his body raw like a knobbly, kind ketchup.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Sans The Skeleton was dead.

Chara Dreemurr went back inside and made herself a nice mug of hot chocolate.

THE END