Chadley's p.o.v:

I couldn't sleep last night at all, visions kept flashing before my eyes and whispers kept talking in my ear... I don't think that makes sense.... I rolled over, looking at Sans, he was still asleep. I cried silently last night, I couldn't help it... I pried myself away, standing up as my head pounded, my legs felt numb, my throat hurt... I walked over to the door sighing, opening it and closing it, walking downstairs... my head pounded and my eyes hurt, eye sockets I should say... I wasn't really hungry, I wasn't determined to eat.... music started playing, I don't know if I'm hearing things or what's happening.... a loud ringing, too.... footstep loudly, yet slowly sounded like they're behind me, but when I turned around, no one was there... I just stood there in confusion... not knowing what's happening or if I should just get some sleep... doubt that will happen, though... I sighed, staring at the ground, which was turning red very slowly, kind of sticky red.... the smell of death and rust.... I gagged a little, as the walls slowly turned to shadows.... deep, dark, twisted shadows.... I heard the footsteps come to a stop...

My breathing was heavy, and my heart raced, skipping a few beats..... sweat dripped from my forehead.... I stepped back and slipped, falling on the ground, the door knocked, sounded like a song.... I got up slowly, looking at my hands which were covered in blood.... and my clothes, wait.... the floor...i-it was a thin, very, very, thin layer of blood on it... my eyes went a little wide in horror, black mist has casts of the walls, and it was becoming unreasonably cold, I could see my breath... I walked over slowly as sounds of giggling children were behind the door.... I slowly reach for the door knob, it was ice-cold.... my hand slipped off at first... I opened it carefully and slowly.... a little child was standing at the door way, his skin pale-white, his eyes soulless-black, kind of looks like Klowbi...but...different.... his shirt was green and yellow stripped.... "Good evening, sir.... my name...is Chara... Chara Dreemurr..." Dreemurr... where have I hear that name before....? "I see you are filled with freight, my dear skeleton..." he walked inside, making himself at home....

He held a sharp knife in his hand, no, scratch that, a sharp machete... with a dab of blood at the tip of it... I slowly walked over to him... "I have seen everything you have done.... and I have to say... with my by your side, you can go far.... you were brutal when you killed all your friends like that..... not a single care in the world.... my assistant told you were to go as well, did he not...?"I stared in shock. "I enjoyed your show...." he said with a sinister smile. "I like you, you have a strong sense of pr evil and dark in there, my friend.... it would be amazing what that power could do... how it could be put to use...." He laughed and walked over to me. He was about, four. A four-year old.... yeah.... "W-Why are you here.....?" "Why, for you of course! You are the star of my show! My blood show!" he said with some blood in his teeth. "Oh come on, talk to me... you know there's still some genocide in you... you want to...." "....." "Oh come on, dear, I'll be nice, no harm intended... unless you try to harm me, which I'll snap your bones like sticks..."

"......." I trembled, staring at him. "Look at you, darling...." he felt my bones. "They're so warm...." his skin was freezing-cold..... he looked into my eye sockets. "You can still see your soul....such a big soul you have...so pure, so original.... so....many...hidden...secrets....." I stared breathing more heavily as blood dripped from my forehead. "Come on, smiiiiiiileeeee~!" he said with an un-normal, stretched-across-his-cheeks smile. He lightly cut my lips up to my cheeks. "What a lovely bloody smile~!" I couldn't move, I was stuck, my whole body cut off from even being to move my fingers... "It's been a while since I had some fun... but with your trembling and fear, it makes this a whole lot more fun for me...." he said with a demonic snicker.

"You're lucky you're not dead where you stand..." He walked over and sat on the couch, slitting his tongue with the knife, his blood dripping, staining the couch... soaking in... "Why don't I tell you a story...? Something to pass the time with...?" My legs started moving by themselves, walking over to him and sitting in front of him, sitting down. I couldn't talk, I couldn't do anything... "Good boy." He snickered.

"Now..... long, long ago... there were two races..... Monsters, and humans..... there's a legend if you climb Mt. Ebott, you will fall into the undergrounds...... one day, a boy happily climbed the mountain... why you saw? Well, he wanted to collect the buttercups that were growing on top of the mountain..... he fell RIGHT through, falling flat on his face..... he started sobbing and stood up in this unknown place by a bed of buttercups... and there was a monster that stood above him, with a soulful face and pureness in her heart. A dress made of purple silk.... "Why, such a terribly young child... you poor thing..." she said as she picked him up and carried him through the ruins... there were many puzzles you had to get through... If you didn't, you would DIE.... now, the little boy didn't really know what was happening nor who that lady was.... once you got through all the puzzles, it lead to a nice, comfy, warm home... there was a king, and she, was the queen... the Dreemurr's..... their names were Toriel and Asgore.... they adopted the child as their own, protecting him in any harms way.... but, there was a prince with the heart of an angel..... that was his brother.... his name was Asriel Dreemurr..... they would play with the buttercups and many years of joy and happiness grew in that family.... why, the boy's last name changed to Dreemurr..... one day, they were making a cake.... they loooved baking.... it just called for flour..... sugar..... butter..... milk.... salt.... baking soda....eggs..... vanilla...... all that good stuff.... but there was a prank to it.. a DEADLY prank.... they saw no harm in it..... just a simple mistake was made.... instead of flour, we put in flowers.... instead of sugar, pollen.... instead of butter, we put in BUTTERCUPS...... it was perfect..... they baked it and they smell of buttercups filled the room... and the pollen made us sneeze..... they laughed every time..... they were the best of friends....................... the cake was done, they brought it out and set it on the counter, frosting it with a delectable knife and some crunchy, colorful sprinkles.... they first to try it.... was the boy..... it wasn't very tasty......we laughed, Asriel waited for Toriel and Asgore to come in, the boy started chocking, it was so poisonous.. sooooo DEADLY...... the boy consumed all of it..... Toriel and Asgore came in, shocked with horror in their faces.... Asriel frowned, he had no idea what could of gone wrong... it was just a cake.... Toriel started crying and Asgore stared at Asriel, asking him to bring the boy to the surface for help, and to come back safely... Toriel disagreed about how dangerous it could be, but, Asriel didn't care, eh wanted his brother to stay alive with him... so he picked him up and ran away, crossing the barrier that kept them underground, walking through the barrier with flashing lights... as soon as he gone to the village, they thought he was killed the child, so they started attacking Asriel, killing him brutally.... their souls lost, no one to ever have seen the boys again..... the boy's soul haunts whoever comes to the undergrounds....... and.....Asriel souls has reincarnated into a different body... his soul still the same...... into a buttercup... the very thing that killed them... he called out "MOM! DAD!" and the boys name, scared, not knowing what happened..... he spent lonely days there, waiting....waiting...waiting... he started to hate the humans who ruined everything... his heart turned dark, his soul leaving him, turning into a demon, just like the boy, they wanted revenge on everyone....they had the ability.... to play GOD.... he goes by the name Flowey, Flowey the Flower now.... With his "Howdy's!" and his "Tutorials of this world".... what does Asriel Dreemurr spell...? it spells SERIAL MURDERER..... just what the Dreemurr's are..... a war broke into this world, between Humans and Monsters... of course, the humans were far too strong, though.... the were trapped in the Undergrounds, never leaving the surface....." he finished.

I was able to move my body, again...... "But... we're in the Undergrounds...." "Yes, yes we are." "But, why would he turn into a buttercup if that's the very thing that killed them...?" "It wasn't a choice, yet, they embraced them, for it has created what they truly are..." "Toriel and Asgore never told me about that... no one has....." "Well, it's more of a "Better be smart and never tell" sort of thing." "........." "You know what's up, don't you?" he said with black blood dripping from his eyes. "I-I've seen Flowey before...." "Yes, yes, my assistant I was talking about!" "Y-You're Chara Dreemurr... aren't you...?" "Smart boy!" he said cheerfully. "......." I stared at his blood eyes, his soulless, blood eyes... I took a deep breath... he's four, Chadley, only four... I stood up as he smirked wide. "You know, you're facing a demon... wrong move, and I'll consume your soul....." "T-There's a purpose you're here...." "Why yes, you're soul is so strong, I can't resist it... it's so...different....so......... I don't even know what you are....... you're a mix....." "W-What?" "Forget about it." I slowly reached out to him, feeling his knife. "Do you like it? Mmm~ fresh from mother's kitchen~ still smells like buttercup cake~!" he slid sliding his tongue across the sharp ledge. I took the wooden handle and took it away from him. "Hey, give it back." "K-Kid's shouldn't play with knives..." I said, taking another deep breath, I'm probably going to die for this. "People like you shouldn't play with demons." he said staring at me straight in the eyes. I straightened my back and walked to the kitchen, he followed, I placed it high up on the shelf.

"I know why your here.... and I can control you... y-you're just a kid..... I-I know you'll follow me because I'm the one your after and you're going to posses me... so what's the point...?" "Oooh, I can't just kill you right away, no, I want to take my time with you, you're special." he said as the blood started to fade and the walls turned back to normal.....

Klowbi opened the door and walked downstairs, singing in his own little language again. "Moooommmmmyyy, I'm hungrrryyyy." Chara still stared at me, the blood still running down his eyes. "I-I'll make you something in a-a minute..." "Add buttercups~" "No, I'm not going to do that...." Klowbi walked in, staring at Chara. "Who are you?" "I...am Chara..... you look a lot like me... strange... though you were made up of pure dream and determination....." she tilted her head and sat on the ground. "Carrot." "Don't call me that." I sighed and started making some cookies, flower shaped, yellow, too. I feel like a slave somehow. It's about time everyone woke up.... my tears dripped on the ground... everything is the same as always. Chara hopped on the counter and stared at me with blood-filled eyes. "Smiiiiiile~!" He said darkly. I stared at him, he was something.....