[This memory arrives during one of their sessions in the school, when Chara reaches for something... an apple, maybe?
It starts in their bed, with Chara laying on their death bed, their family standing by them. Their father, Asgore, a large goat man with golden hair and a golden beard and an embarrassing hawaiian shirt, rumbles out words that seem to strike an accord with Chara as they stare bleary eyed up at the last faces they will probably see before they die for the final time.]
C̵̳͉̮̮͓̮̓̿̆̒͝ͅH̶̙̹̩̓͐̃̉̽̽́̽̚̕͠Ā̴͉͙̯̘̓͜R̴̨̢͉̼̹̟̠̠̻̦̲͙̪͔̀̈́͜Ā̴̧͎̦̹̖͔̰͉̘̌͋̓̍̃̈́̈̋̅͆̚͘͠͝, you have to stay strong. You, alone, are the future of humans and monsters alike. Stay determined... You will survive this... you are strong enough to survive this, I promise. [The memory glitches out when he says their name, almost as if the memory itself has been tampered with. But the Chara on their death bed doesn't even seem to notice. Toriel, their mother, dressed in more regal and mournful clothes than the King who stubbornly clings on to hope, looks at Asgore with something that almost seems disapproving, but she lays a hand on his arm anyway.
It's their brother that is important here. And so, he speaks up.] Um. Can I have a moment with them...? It won't take long. [He sounds unsure, like he almost doesn't want them to agree. But they do, and it's just the two of them.
He approaches them, hesitant, a batch of flowers in his hand.] I don't - I know, I promised I'd help but I don't like this plan anymore, Chara... It's really hurting them, we... can't we just go back to the way things were before?
[It's the first time Chara speaks up, less feeble than they pretend to be. The agony is killing them, but they know how to stomach pain.]
...You promised. [They heave a cough, feeling like razors in their throat.] ...It's what they want. We'll save them all. It's what princes, what heroes... do.
Don't you want to be a hero, Azzy?
[He looks at them, tears brimming in his eyes as he plucks the flower petals off, getting a handful and handing the poison to Chara.
Chara takes them, and swallows them whole. Radiating from their dying soul is a determination to save everyone, to be the hero that they all need. More than that, is the agony they've spent their dying days in, having chosen one of the most excruciating ways to die.
It's deserved. It's repentance. They are the only hope for humans and monsters, as a human who lives in their number. And as a human, they deserve only to suffer.
The memory fades shortly after that, with Chara clutching their forehead.]
SATOKO - I DON'T LIKE THIS PLAN ANYMORE (cw for suicide, manipulation)
It starts in their bed, with Chara laying on their death bed, their family standing by them. Their father, Asgore, a large goat man with golden hair and a golden beard and an embarrassing hawaiian shirt, rumbles out words that seem to strike an accord with Chara as they stare bleary eyed up at the last faces they will probably see before they die for the final time.]
C̵̳͉̮̮͓̮̓̿̆̒͝ͅH̶̙̹̩̓͐̃̉̽̽́̽̚̕͠Ā̴͉͙̯̘̓͜R̴̨̢͉̼̹̟̠̠̻̦̲͙̪͔̀̈́͜Ā̴̧͎̦̹̖͔̰͉̘̌͋̓̍̃̈́̈̋̅͆̚͘͠͝, you have to stay strong. You, alone, are the future of humans and monsters alike. Stay determined... You will survive this... you are strong enough to survive this, I promise. [The memory glitches out when he says their name, almost as if the memory itself has been tampered with. But the Chara on their death bed doesn't even seem to notice. Toriel, their mother, dressed in more regal and mournful clothes than the King who stubbornly clings on to hope, looks at Asgore with something that almost seems disapproving, but she lays a hand on his arm anyway.
It's their brother that is important here. And so, he speaks up.] Um. Can I have a moment with them...? It won't take long. [He sounds unsure, like he almost doesn't want them to agree. But they do, and it's just the two of them.
He approaches them, hesitant, a batch of flowers in his hand.] I don't - I know, I promised I'd help but I don't like this plan anymore, Chara... It's really hurting them, we... can't we just go back to the way things were before?
[It's the first time Chara speaks up, less feeble than they pretend to be. The agony is killing them, but they know how to stomach pain.]
...You promised. [They heave a cough, feeling like razors in their throat.] ...It's what they want. We'll save them all. It's what princes, what heroes... do.
Don't you want to be a hero, Azzy?
[He looks at them, tears brimming in his eyes as he plucks the flower petals off, getting a handful and handing the poison to Chara.
Chara takes them, and swallows them whole. Radiating from their dying soul is a determination to save everyone, to be the hero that they all need. More than that, is the agony they've spent their dying days in, having chosen one of the most excruciating ways to die.
It's deserved. It's repentance. They are the only hope for humans and monsters, as a human who lives in their number. And as a human, they deserve only to suffer.
The memory fades shortly after that, with Chara clutching their forehead.]