"I don't enjoy anything," Chara laughs, as they delightedly shove their face full of cake, "mostly on sheer principle." Just a giant black hole of negativity and hate, that Chara. The cackling, devious villain we all wish to never meet on a dark spooky night. The cake is, uh, clearly part of the act. A cunning deception.

...They've had a very long month of resigning themself to the inherent toxic destructiveness of their mere presence. They've needed a break for a long time now.

"Gyftmas isn't awful, though. I mean, it probably sucks for the Gyftrot. Those teenagers have been pranking it for ages. But Asgore dresses up as Santa, and it used to be a nice excuse to visit Snowdin. It's nice to be able to have a garden year-round, but you do start to miss the snow eventually."