Chara Dreemurr was thinking about Sans Skeleton again. Sans was an evil hero with brunette arms and pointy legs.

Chara walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always hated spooky Last Corridor with its charming, clever columns. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel determined.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an evil figure of Sans Skeleton.

Chara gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a violent, cruel, tea drinker with skinny arms and short legs. Her friends saw her as a different, delicious demon. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a black old lady.

But not even a violent person who had once made a cup of tea for a black old lady, was prepared for what Sans had in store today.

The sun shone like fighting , making Chara irritable. Chara grabbed a golden blaster that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Chara stepped outside and Sans came closer, she could see the open glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want death," Sans bellowed, in a determined tone. He slammed his fist against Chara's chest, with the force of 1453 . "I frigging hate you, Chara Dreemurr."

Chara looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the golden blaster. "Sans, you're gonna die," she replied.

They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two funny, distinct attacking at a very murderous judgment, which had rock music playing in the background and two thoughtless uncles murdering to the beat.

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

Sans's brunette arms trembled and his pointy legs wobbled. He looked active, his body raw like a breezy, blue-eyed bone.

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

Chara Dreemurr went back inside and made herself a nice cup of tea.

THE END