It was too bad ghost Monsters couldn't be dusted unless bonded to something corporeal. They would have loved to see what their remains looked like.

Oh well, plenty more to see. Right, Payton?

Please, stop it...

The pattering of footsteps approached from behind. Chara turned.

Oooh~ Look, what about them? Do you think their Dust will look like Alphys', Payton?

Nonononono, stop it! Don't!

"Yo!" Reese? Ron? Randy? Chara didn't care- The Monster kid called out, stopping a few feet away. "Yo, Asgore told me to stay away from you. He said.. that you hurt a lot of people." They paused. Chara didn't answer. "But, yo, that can't be true, right?!"

"Yo... why won't you answer me?" They asked hesitantly. Chara stared. "A-a-and what's with that weird expression...?"

Chara shambled toward them. They backed away, panic leaking into their face.

"Oh... oh man.." They stuttered."Yo... y-you better stop r-right now! Cause, i-if you wanna hurt a-anyone else, you're... y-you're gonna have to go through me, first!"

Chara grinned and the world darkened. Their stolen voice croaked.

"In my way." They struck.

The force of their strike, of their hate and anger, of their LV, broke straight through the solid red magic suddenly thrust in front of their target.

Chara's rictus grin widened.

Asgore.

The Prince pushed the Monster kid further back and called out another trident.

"Go, child. Find your mothers." He spoke, not breaking gaze with Chara.

"But-"

"Go, Riley!" The Monster kid whimpered and sprinted off. Asgore straightened, the gentleness he had shown now gone.

A wheezy giggle escaped Chara's stolen throat. "They're only gonna find one~"

Asgore growled, magic crackled in the air. "You will no longer terrorize my people, demon."

No, no, please, don't!

They clashed. Magic and fire sparked.

Then Dust once more filled the air.