[Chara considers this. The game... matters. It must, for it to be so important, to be held in such a sentimental light. It was Chara who wanted it to end, it was Chara who held it in disdain. It was Chara who just wanted Undertale to have a conclusion, any conclusion, where they weren't a name to be invoked.

Maybe it matters to the dog, and to their master, in a way Chara will never understand. Chara looks out at the world, and at the people passing by. Paul and Kaworu are talking happily, on their way to some generic school. The flowers shift around them, so they can look as if they're walking when in reality the roots are just moving them. Lysithea is opening a bakery. Sayo is reading a book in the square. Other faces, faces from their own past are here too. Undyne is dressed up as a police officer, directing traffic. Monster Kid is running to the same school as the others. None of it is real. None of it matters. But they're happy anyway.

It hurts anyway.]

Heaven is where they should go.

Hell is what I deserve.

Still, I don't think... them or us, anyone, can be satisfied with something that is solely paradise, or something that is solely damnation. It's... empty, isn't it?

I don't think I like this dream.