Ha, ha. Riotous. Chara knows another guy who makes jokes in the face of an unstoppable force, too. Doesn't seem to do him a lot of good either.

"It stings," they answer, head tilting oh-so-mournfully. "It's like a knife to the gut."

One more step forward. Can you hear it, Alex?

Can you feel it? The world curling in on itself like a dying insect's legs. No crinkling of leaves, no mouse that might one day get cheese, no howling wind. The will to live, devoid of reason or joy, anchoring reality.

* Determination.

Sans is here. Frisk is here. It will go noticed, if they yank the timeline back to this point. But Chara... Chara does not care. Chara wants to see what happens.