(Undertale Oc Genoside Run, low key ship her with Papyrus.)

Chiller stood, her high top boots pressed to her jeans. If a skeleton could wear skin-tight jeans, that is what she would have been wearing. A pale lavender jacket with blue and grey furs was entangled around her collar, fused to the hood of the coat, the red scarf wrapped around her throat. Heart-shaped sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose. 

A cheerful deposition on her face, as she fixed her fingerless black gloves on her digits. Rage was easy to see in her side sweep of aquatic hair, and she took one step towards Frisk.

"Don't do this, Bittoo."

The player seemed to flinch at the name she'd given them when she first met them, she could almost see them pushing it down, past their chest, into their legs, down to their feet. 

Something was wrong.

"I know what you did," Chiller would have cried if she were able to, but there was something that was pressing in the center of her chest and her skull ", you begin at the beginning, and go onto the end: then stop."

The flashing of color to white and black flashed before her empty eye sockets, the human took a step forward. Chiller did not flinch, rather waited, players always got attacks first, she needed to be on her guard.

Frisk lunged at her, their knife in their hand and she was easily able to sidestep the attack and deliver her own aquatic blasts that trailed down her arms and forced itself at Frisk, water slid down her face, a tear? Sweat? Her own magical abilities?

Chiller wasn't so sure.

"When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom, Bittoo."

The child didn't react.

It was their nickname that causes them to flinch.

"You can go to great heights and equally great depths. You are emotional and fixed in your opinions. You are hospitable, sentimental, often psychic, sometimes moody." 

Frisk had asked Chiller what her little nickname for them meant. She had smiled and leaned to their level. The child had smiles and reached their arms out to her, asking for a lift. She'd smiled and obliged, as she did every timeline, they were light and easy to hold. She wondered if they had the option to stab her in the back right there. She thought likely not.

Chiller cared about the kid. So did Papyrus.

Her Smilemaker. Her Mananiya.

Chiller was snapped back into her own skull when the child aimed for them once more, their knife swiping up towards her chest, her leg kicked out and into their chest, heavy boots slamming into the chest of the kid with a 10 damage hit. This was set to her power skill, so she brought her fist into the center of the child's chest, once, twice, and a third time.

The dark-haired child did not cry out or flinch at the pain, but they did retreat from her.

"The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die," Chiller said with a snarl. This was the thing she hated, the witty lines, and the exchange of blows. This was the THIRD time. And she only repeated the same lines. Until she didn't.

"Bittoo, please," She begged ", You could stop all of this and start over!"

This was a break in the code. Someone behind a screen was getting suspicious and wanted to just end this battle. Frisk tipped their head to the side, a curtain of brown hair falling to the side as they lunge again and swipe their knife up, down, and then right for her neck.

The hydrokinetic female jumped back, then back again, and ducked as low as she could. She swept her legs under Frisk's feet and send them falling to their behind, then she kicked as hard as she could towards their face, there was a sickening crack.

Chiller looked at the kid and winced herself.

She'd broken their nose.

Chiller scrambled away from Frisk, she was getting scared, the pressure of sadness and betrayal on her soul was killing her.

Papyrus took her hand in his own red gloves, she smiled at him and stood on the tips of her boots, he still had to lean down to meet her. They bumped the bridges of their noses and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She gripped him tighter than usual, burying her face into his red scarf and holding back a sob, tears, the overwhelming urge to beg him to stay. Chiller closed her eyes and breathed.

She knew.

Sans knew.

And they couldn't stop it...

Chiller let go of the taller skeleton and smiled sadly up at him.

"Is Something The Matter Chiller?"

"No, Mananiya... Everything is fine... Just be safe, okay?"

"The Great Papyrus Is Always Safe."

He bumped his mouth against the top of her skull and stood to his tallest.

Chiller was too slow to move this time and took the blow.

Frisk drove their blade deep into her, she gasped, she'd expected it. But no one expects death to be so quick.

"I wonder if... If I've been changed in the night?" Chiller stumbled back and winced at the pain in her chest ", Let me think... Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think... I can remember... Feeling a little different... But if I'm not the same... the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!"

Chiller laughed and looked at her hands, dust floated up and onto her own cheeks. She laughed again and looked up. Papyrus, full, whole, happy, and smiling at her was there.

"Mananiya!" She cried out in delight as her own body began to fade from existence and into another realm of being. Chiller fell into the arms of her lover, leaving nothing behind, except a pair of fingerless gloves.

Gloves Frisk would face one last time.