Classic's POV:

I woke up feeling pretty dizzy. The party was pretty hectic. I slowly got up and put on my jacket. I could hear groaning as I was going downstairs. Red was on the couch rubbing his head. "I told you not to have any whiskey," I teased. "This isn't funny," he complained. I shrugged. I Cuddled with him on the couch and turned on the tv. The Bee Chronicles was on. Chara came downstairs halfway through the movie. "Morning kiddo." "Morning." They grabbed a chocolate bar out of the fridge and went outside. Monster kid was waiting for them. I remember when Frisk was on their pacifist run that they loved playing with Monster kid. Speaking of Frisk, would they fall down? I'm enjoying life right now, I can't let them ruin anything. Maybe Gaster can put them in a capsule like the other one. He could, right? "Sweetheart, you ok?" Red noticed that I looked a little upset. "Yeah, I'm fine." He looked a little suspicious and continued watching tv. "What's on your mind?" "Well, Red, do you think Frisk will ever fall down? And ruin everything?" "Well, I know they'll eventually fall down, but I won't let them ruin anything. I promise I would protect you from anything. And if they do reset, we can come back together." I blushed a little bit. "I would protect you too. And that's a promise I'll keep forever." The last time I made a promise, it was out of the blue. I didn't exactly know what I was agreeing to. But this time, I know for certain that I would protect him at all costs. Nothing can separate us.

A few hours had passed and Chara came back inside. I noticed they hadn't been wearing their coat for Snowdin. Instead, they just wore their normal jumper. They sneezed a couple times, and were shivering. I called them over and checked their temperature. Surely enough, they had a cold. "Alright kiddo, go to bed. You have a cold so you need to rest." "Aww, do I have to?" They asked disapointed. "Yes, now go. Paps will make you soup later." They went upstairs to their room. "Ehh, Classic what was that sound upstairs..?" Red said as he woke up from his nap. "Chara got sick so they're going to their room to rest."

(Le timeskip brought to you by Temmie! Yes, I'm aware this story may be cringy, but it's for fun.)

I heard the phone ringing so I went to get it. "Heya. This is the Sans residence-" "Sans, I need you to come to my lab right away." Dad's tone seemed really serious. "I'll be there right away. Red, stay here with Chara, I'll be back." I quickly ran out the door and took a shortcut. When I got there, Dadster was pacing back and forth while Alphys was sitting there very concerned. "Oh Sans, there you are." His voice sounded very stiff. What was going on? "We have some news regarding the human." My heart stopped. What did they do? "Is it good or bad news?" I asked. "I'm afraid it's not something happy." He took a long pause. "The human's escaped their capsule. We don't know how, but they're out there somewhere. They've already killed a few people. Shyren, all the Temmies, Monster Kid, and.... Papyrus." No... no! "How...how could this happen?!" Dadster sighed. "We don't know how, the capsule was made specifically for never letting them out. And now, we've lost lives. The capsule was the only thing keeping them from harming others. We don't know which course of action to take." All of this was really stressing me out. My worst nightmares were coming true. "We have no choice but to let them continue." I was about to complain, but I then realized he was right. We've already lost Papyrus. They're just going to continue, and we have no way of stopping them. I sighed. "Yeah... I think so too."

I walked home not knowing what to do. I was just going to have to watch everyone die. Again. Why was this fun to them? Why can't we have a pacifist timeline? The walk home felt like forever. Eventually, when I got there, I just rested on the couch. I would have to deal with everything tomorrow.

UF Chara's POV:

I felt horrible. If only I had worn my jacket. Red came to my room with some medicine. It tasted horrible but I still drank it. I heard Classic come into the house and plop himself on the couch. I snuck out of the room and looked over the stairs. He looked very concerned. I slowly made my way downstairs. "Are you alright?" Classic seemed startled at first. "Oh, it's you. You startled me kid." "Sorry." "It's alright. Shouldn't you be in bed?" "I guess, you just looked upset so I came to see what was wrong." "It's... nothing important," he said rather calmly. "Alright." I said. I went upstairs and laid back in bed. Today had been pretty eventful. When I recalled what had happened, I felt a wave of guilt crash over me.

~Flashback~

Monster kid and I had been making snow angels. Both of us were laughing. I threw a snowball at him. "Hey, no fair! I don't have arms!" He said teasingly. "That makes it easier for me!" We played for longer when I felt uneasy. I didn't know where it came from, but something wasn't right. "Chara, are you ok?" "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." I smiled to reassure him. He smiled back and made another snow angel. I felt the feeling again. This time it was stronger. I spun around and saw my Frisk behind him. "Monster kid!" "Huh?" As soon as he finished his words, Frisk slaughtered him. I cowardly ran to the house. I didn't know if Frisk ran after me, I just ran. I quickly opened the door and walked inside. I then slammed it.

~End of Flashback~

If I wasn't a coward I could have stopped him from being murdered. I didn't tell the Sanses about it because I bet they would freak out about Frisk being here. Why can't we just live in peace? Why must we live in fear?

Classic's POV:

I tried to watch tv to keep my mind off of things, but I could hear the killing. Hopefully Red doesn't notice. Wait... if Frisk wants to complete a genocide run, they have to kill everyone... that includes Red and Chara. All of a sudden just dying didn't seem like a good plan. I didn't want to watch my lover die. Chara was also important, they were like an adoptive child to me. None of us can stop Frisk though...

What's there left to do?

(To be continued.)