"Sometimes, 'sorry' just isn't enough."

While the most glaring use of Chara’s necromancy Red Bloodline magic is the incomplete, messy revival of the dead who’s SOULs are long since shattered & absent, that isn’t really the full scope of her abilities.

Determination is the driving force behind life, and as such, someone who can control it is capable of gifting it upon others; alive or dead. Upon the living, it’s needless to say that a substantial boost to one’s DT (within a reasonable range) can be a wondrous boon to almost anyone.

While she’s not quite powerful enough to boost someone to the point of being able to hold onto a SAVE file, she can bolster a SOUL’s will to live, healing it and letting it fight harder to hang on to life- let them refuse to die. 

This effect is much more apparent among monsters than it is humans, due to the way their body’s start to dramatically fall apart near death (thus pulling themselves back together when Chara wills it), and if a monster is already particularly determined it can even trigger a magical transformation.

She can’t really heal humans, due to their physical bodies being separate from their SOULs, but she can rescue a human’s SOUL from shattering if she gets to it fast enough. Animal souls too, actually; that’s how she discovered the ability.

At the same time, she can also take it away; only in small increments at the moment, but the ability is still there, and can negatively effect those that rely on the powers DT provides. She could make a monster fall out of a powerful form just as easily as she could trigger one. Upon humans, once again, the effects are less physical; and really, can only be felt by the current SAVE holder.

Who, if they’ve become her target, will find their LOAD times increasing to infuriating levels over the course of whatever run they’re attempting.

However, she doesn’t really use this ability much for offense... the most she’s used it for recently is upon the amalgamates, having taken to working their DT up or down as is required to find a preferable balance that keeps them from dusting while hopefully making them more comfortable,

Her first “success story” of this side-therapy of her’s is Corinthian, the amalgamate formerly known as Reaper Bird, who’s coalesced into much more... ‘singular’ being. Capable of speech and rational thought, and no longer at risk of melting away into nothing. Still a bit wild-natured, though.

“You get the five episodes but your show gets called a tax failure so they legally can’t air it anymore.”

Chara has a 5 episode fight with god.

Hoodie legally cannot fight god. 

As quick as Chara’s knife came, so too did Angel’s attempting to block it with the oozing red and black side of the blade. “Sorry, it seems more like the optimal route would be straight through you. Saves the time of getting back here, don’t ya think?” And she retaliates by trying to plant her heel right in the other’s gut to push them back. 

“I wouldn’t try that again, though. Might initiate the actual fight instead of the cutscene action.”

... and just like that, with the feeling of metal against metal rather than against her neck, the mocking facade drops; mischievousness replaced with surprise, hazel eyes widening staring up at the human’s weapon... that usually works. 

There’s conclusions to be made as to why it didn’t, like Frisk being a clumsier little meat puppet than whatever she is, but she wasn’t exactly given time to think about it before a foot landed in her stomach- sending her stumbling backwards out of the melee. Wasn’t enough for actual damage, but it still stung.

Her confidence clearly stung more, though.

“Wow, you truly want me to smother you to death with that stupid hoodie of yours, don’t you?”

“Okay, let me go make sure someone’s neck is constricted nice and tight. I think that DLC is accessed right outside Snowdin, right? Boy, I hope nobody loses their head when I get there.”

“Further information can be found at ‘www.yousmellbad.com/die’.”

“Oh, c’mon. You’re all stuck with me so you may as well be nice. Unless you want to be on the other side of the exchange. It’s rather dusty there, though.”

“Hewwo!”

“Wow, you really hate me that much, huh? That’s good! If anything, it’s validation that my actions are the correct course.” Angel stated, shrugging somewhat laxly for being told how much her mere existence was a stain on the multiverse’s nice rug. 

“If it makes you feel any better, you were pretty well remembered in my timeline over most. Except, well, that’s irrelevant given you got all shifted around, it looks like. Oh well! It’s a good thing I don’t have to fight you. It’d be copyright infringing.” 

“Hate is a strong word for a strong emotion, reserved for people and things worth being furious about. So no, I do not ‘hate’ you, because in order to do that I have to think about you. And I am trying my hardest not to.”

Which includes not acknowledging anything else she’s saying. Not the comments about some other Chara’s apparent history, nor the indirect confirmation of where certain inspirations came from. It’s all blocked out.

... mostly. She may push Frisk into a lava pit later for stress relief.

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re just a bad dream I happen to be lucid for. And if all goes well, you’ll fade away, just like every other dream.

So, goodbye and goodnight. It’s been an absolute displeasure.” There she goes, very deliberately not waiting for a response or any further attempts at conversation or goading before heading off and away from whatever this was.

AH THOU ART A FOOL. SHITPOSTS GIVE ME MORE POWER OVER FRISK.

“Remember, kids: the best way to harm someone beyond your physical reach is through their senses. If they can see, try and blind them! If they can hear, scream as loud as you can before they can turn the volume down!

he just can't live up to the god of hyperdeath he wishes he was :/