Chara: It still tastes good! *le childish laugh*
Frisk: Don't ask Sans that...
Sans: *his eye began glowing* Id like to forget that ever happened.
Chara: Sans... *she ran to the skeletons side but was hit back.*
Me: Sans that was unnecessary. I'm pretty sure that's good Chara.
Chara: *nods*
Me: Okay hold on I'm done with this. To my brain which is accustomed to writing stories, this is horrendous.

Writing style change

I sigh. "That's much better."

Chara stands up shakily. "Jeez, Sans..."

"I warned you," Frisk said. "...but it took 83 tries..." she whispered quietly.

Sans sighed and his eye dulled. "Sorry, Chara. I'm not used to the good you."

"No duo Sherlock," I scoff.