*...You move upward to an empty home. It's cold and dusty, no different than a rotting body. (work.)

Frisk: "As you'd expect, I was distraught, and so were you...for a time. Years after we left the underground you told me you weren't fully in control. That another entity had directed your acts. And in the same way I influenced you at the start of this timeline you influenced me in the second. I tried to resist, just like you did...but the world back then was ...limited. And so my struggle was more futile and one-sided than yours. For example-"

*You crush the chain in your way.

Frisk: "I could've never done that in the original timeline."

*...

*You move right.

*...Is this why you were so angry with me?

Frisk: "Oh no, I was scared. What monster would control my partner and force us to kill the people we loved? The hatred...it came later."

*...You enter my room.

Frisk: "As I've said, for a time you were distraught...but...you started enjoying it Chara. I...I'd always known you weren't like me. That while we were connected...I was the one with a Soul. That no matter how much I liked you, you were still no different than Flowey. It was...easy for you to fill in this new role. To abandon what we once had and become the demon that would wipe out the underground...I couldn't do the same"

*You opened the two presents.

*You equipped the Real Knife.

*You equipped The Locket.

Frisk: "And at the very end, you spoke past me...to someone I couldn't even see. And despite the years we'd spent together. Despite knowing how much I was hurting! Despite it all...you destroyed the world I loved."

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Frisk: "...After a long time, you returned. Offering a deal to bring this world back...with my soul as the price. I was not the one who accepted the deal, it was the one who puppeted you...I hated that."

*You move to the wardrobe. Your fists clenched.

Frisk: "I hated being a puppet of a puppet, I hated that I was too weak to stop you, I hated that my body, my life, my soul wasn't even MINE! I held on to that hate as the world changed and morphed in a way that not even you expected. Even as our memories were wiped I held on to that burning loathing for being used and discarded."

*You open the wardrobe.

Frisk: "I've realized that something vital to this world's existence has been lost... the one who controlled your acts Chara...I think they're gone. Yet the Angel wants to redo their decisions, and it speaks in code. And...I'm sure you've noticed how gamey this world is. Despite how often we've ignored those rules in this timeline I believe we were in something akin to a super complex computer-generated world with a certain purpose...or let's just call it a 'game' to simplify it."

*You shuffle through the wardrobe, trying to find something.

Frisk: "And now, for some reason, that game is no longer a game at all. No, it has shifted...either to our freedom...or to another medium. However you see it, the remnants of the original are trying to repeat the events of the last timeline. Why I can not understand...but that's unsurprising, it's hard to understand the reasoning of a broken system."

*You take out a green t-shirt and brown pants from the wardrobe.

Frisk: "But it's more than that. Things we'd done in the past no longer exist...or maybe were just ignored. The snowman you destroyed, the Riverperson, the artifact of the waterfall...that annoying dog. All of it passed by despite what we'd originally done. And the tediousness of our fights was largely cut down... except for Hotland of course."

*You discard your old clothes

Frisk: "No, it's like our route has been shortened...modified...Abridged."

*...

Frisk: "But it doesn't matter. The changes have given me control. Now that you possess my soul our situation is reversed. I became you, and you became me. Not in personality, I've always been more spunky than you...but in our roles in this story....so it's only fitting that I dress for the occasion."

*You put on my green t-shirt and brown pants.

Frisk: "Yes...I am Chara, the demon that comes when you call its name...and you are Frisk, the one who watches as I cast this world to the abyss...forever." (And)