[Chara remains immobile, mistrustful, still tensely curled in on themselves. They don't know what Frisk is waiting for, but Chara won't give them the satisfaction. Chara refuses to be vulnerable, because Chara knows what happens at your most vulnerable moment.

Without those rules. Without the feeling of HP, ATK, DEF, LOVE... without any of it going up. Without the enemies going down. Without kill or be killed. What is Chara, without those? They are the demon that comes when its name is called. The thrill of conquest. The idle amusement of chewing up every last inch of a world just to see what might happen.

Chara's been gone a long time. Chara wasn't exactly the nicest person. if we're really friends... you won't come back.]

You're making a mistake, Frisk. You'll only get hurt, Frisk. That knife will be mine someday. I won't hesitate to kill you if you get in my way. I'm not tethered to you anymore, so if you die, it won't affect me at all. Nothing will.

You can't expect to invite a demon into your home and have everything work out nicely.