Chapter One: Daisy Chains

Toriel looked over the balcony, looking at the preparations for the dinner to be held at the event center, smiling as she saw it looked good. This was very important and she knew that it was going to be very important for Chara, the 'princess' of the family.

Toriel's white hair was waist long and her red eyes shone like rubies. Her almost presidential attire showed her fitting for her role as the wife to the head of the largest mafia family in Ebbot, the Dreemurrs.

"Your majesty," Undyne, the captain of the "royal guard", the security team employed by Toriel's family, stepped out, bowing slightly. "I have set up the security diagram for you to look over."

Undyne had bloody red hair and gold colored eyes and was dressed in a tux. She had an earpiece in her ear and sunglasses on. Her hair was parted on the left to cover her eye.

"Thank you, Undyne," Toriel smiled and nodded. "I can't believe it's almost here. This day was so unexpected. But, I'm sure Chara will enjoy herself. Speaking of which, where is she? She needs to go over the arrangements and such."

"Probably on a walk," Undyne shrugged.

"With no one with her?" Toriel asked.

"Have you met Chara?" Undyne chuckled. "Not only would no one be stupid enough to cross her, but she's also chased off every one of the 'royal guard' we've sent with her. None of them really wants to be forced to keep an eye on someone who's as rebellious and violent as she is."

"They wouldn't say that if they understood," Toriel sighed.

"No offense, your majesty," Undyne said, bowing her head a little. "But, everyone knows about Asriel's death. But, at the same time, Chara's injured enough of the security team that no one wants to stay with her for fear of angering her. Besides, she prefers solitude anyway. Every attempt anyone's made on her life has been met with someone other than her being dead or hospitalized."

"Well, I want you to go contact her and make sure she starts getting her butt back here so she can 'rehearse' for this gathering," Toriel said. "I can only imagine the trouble she's getting into. I didn't back down when she went to train in assassination so she could hurt others. I let her so she could defend herself and who better to learn from than one trained to be the best killer?"

Elsewhere

"Goddammit!" Chara exclaimed for the tenth time as the needle pricked her finger yet again. "How are you so good at this, Frisk?!"

Chara's hair was a very dark brown, the color of milk chocolate, which was in her pocket at the moment. Her red eyes were not as bright as Toriel's, but still shone some. She was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and combat boots as well as a green tank top with a yellow stripe across the front. She was very physically fit, her muscle showing through the tank top. Nearby, a black jacket lay on the floor.

"Practice, silly," The girl next to her, Frisk, giggled, taking Chara's finger and kissing it.

Frisk's hair was a much lighter brown than Chara's, with a little blonde tossed in to give it a nice, pretty look. Her eyes were light brown and she had a smile like an angel's. She was also wearing blue jeans, but she had a light blue sweater with a purple stripe.

"Practice, my ass!" Chara handed Frisk the flower and needle she was holding. "I can never get this down! Every time, I end up with more cuts than I've gotten in any attempt on my life!"

"Because you lack the fine touch," Frisk giggled once again, Chara staring at her hands as they moved methodically to put the needle through the paper flower. She did it again with several more, holding up the finished product: an alternative style daisy chain.

"You've got to be using some kinda magic," Chara crossed her arms, glaring at the offending needle. "Maybe I should try that."

"Even if you did, you'd still prick your fingers," Frisk still had trouble hiding her giggles. She covered her mouth as the taller and bigger girl turned to her.

"Oh, you think it's so funny, huh?" Chara asked, her tone becoming dangerous.

"It's *pant* very funny," Frisk finally stopped giggling, leaning against Chara, unfazed by the look she was given. "Now, lean your head down so I can see if it stays."

Chara grumbled a little, doing as she was told. Frisk slipped the chain around her neck, running her fingers around it and around Chara's neck.

"Perfect," She smiled that smile that got Chara's heart beating that much faster. "I think it will make you look very pretty now."

"You saying I didn't look pretty before?" Chara asked in a teasing tone.

"W-Well, I didn't say that," Frisk stuttered as her face reddened. "But, you'll be extra pretty now."

"You're too sweet for your own good," Chara chuckled, putting her arm around the smaller girl and kissing her on the lips.

"Says the one who tastes like chocolate," Frisk giggled once again.

"Hey, nothing wrong with that," Chara said with a shrug. "But, speaking of sweet, have you had too much sugar? You're really giggly today."

"Listening to you curse as you fumble with these daisy chains is really funny," Frisk blushed a little as she leaned onto Chara.

"Hardy har har," Chara kissed the top of her head. "Well, at least I did it."

"After quite a few attempts," Frisk giggled, snuggling even further up to Chara. Chara picked her up and set her on her lap, to which Frisk turned sideways and curled up.

"You know, you can be like a cat sometimes," Chara chuckled. "You sure your parents weren't cats of some kind?"

"I think so," Frisk giggled once again, smiling in contentment. "But, your mom seems like a goat sometimes."

"So does my old man," Chara laughed, running her fingers through Frisk's hair. "So, how's about we take this to the bedroom?"

"It is so much comfier on my bed," Frisk said. "You wanna watch a movie?"

"As long as it's not that Nicholas Sparks crap," Chara said.

"Hey, you said you liked that movie," Frisk said, a small pout crossing her face that made Chara's heart hit light speed for a split second.

"I told you several untruths," Chara said, kissing her cheek. "You seemed like you were enjoying it. But, I didn't. So, let's find something we both like."

"Alright, you big softy," Frisk giggled, snuggling up further. "Carry me?"

"Only you, Frisk," The mafia daughter chuckled, standing up and holding the smaller girl. She carried her into her bedroom and grabbed a movie for them to watch. Frisk put it in the player, hitting the button.

She and Frisk stripped down to their underwear (Frisk was very particular about people sitting her bed with clothes on, especially clothes they'd worn outside that day), sitting on the bed.

In that second, Chara's phone rang. The mafia daughter groaned, answering it.

"This better be fucking good," She growled without looking at the number.

"Chara Sotura Dreemurr!" Toriel's voice rang out as Chara paled slightly. She looked around to see any signs of being watched as Frisk sat next to her quietly, as Chara had told her when she got a call. "Where are you?!"

"I'm taking a walk!" Chara shouted, causing Frisk to cover her ears from the shout. Chara glanced at her, taking her hand in her own and stroking it, which got Frisk to lie down next to Chara, wrapping her arms around her.

"Well, you're supposed to be here to help prepare for this dinner," Toriel said. "This is important."

"I don't give a rat's ass about any of your gangster friends," Chara said. "And, I don't do dinners either."

"Well, this one you do," Toriel said. "I can and I will come and get you wherever you are. Your father has 'politely' requested Undyne track you down."

"Like she could," Chara rolled her eyes. "Look, I'll show up when I'm good and ready."

"Nice try," Toriel almost audibly rolled her eyes. "We both know that means you won't show at all."

"You know me so well," Chara said. "Now, leave me alone. I took a walk for privacy."

"Chara, you will behave at this dinner," Toriel said with her voice in a warning tone. "I don't want any fights started simply because someone looked at you funny."

"I didn't start that fight," Chara said. "I finished it. Plus, that shitbag deserved it, checking out my ass like that."

"I'm warning you, Chara," Toriel said.

"I'm warning you too" Chara said. "Anyone checks me out or tries to grope me, I'll put 'em in the hospital, and that's if I'm in a good mood."

"Behave, Chara," Toriel began before Chara hung up.

"Now, where were we?" She asked, turning to Frisk.

"I believe you were in the middle of giving me another kiss," Frisk said, which caused Chara to laugh.

"Not what I remember, but sure," Chara kissed Frisk on the lips. "How's that?"

"Chocolatey," Frisk covered her mouth to hide the giggles that once again began to cascade from her mouth.

"Okay, we're definitely cutting down on your sugar intake," Chara wrapped her arms around Frisk.

"Well, that's no fun," Frisk pouted a little. "I like sugary stuff."

"You're sweet enough without it," Chara chuckled. "Now, let's watch this movie."

"Alright," Frisk leaned onto Chara, feeling the warmth from her strong arms. The two watched the movie, Chara running her fingers through Frisk's hair.

Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted them yet again. Chara sighed as Frisk got up to get the door.

Chara gulped as she saw Undyne was on the other side. The redhead, crossed her arms as Frisk put a hand on Undyne's chest.

"Oh hello, Miss Undyne," She said, smiling. "I don't suppose you're here to join us? I mean, if you wanna, that's okay, but you gotta take off your clothes cuz I kinda don't like people sitting on my bed with clothes."

"I'm here for Chara," Undyne said, nodding towards, Chara.

"Oh, I see," Frisk said, slumping a little. "Well, I'm sure you can see she's here."

"Yep," Undyne nodded. "Sorry, kid. Boss's orders."

"You are the worst moodkiller ever," Chara got up, pulling her jeans and tank top back on and grabbing the jacket she'd brought.

"Could be worse," Undyne said.

"Better not tell my old lady I was here," Chara looked back at Undyne.

"Safe with me," Undyne held a hand up. "Speaking of which, we're getting some new staff."

"Why the hell should I care?" Chara asked.

"Just letting you know so you don't wonder about some unfamiliar faces." Undyne said. "One of 'em works at the university as a chemist."

"Cool," Chara said. "And, I stopped caring. Let's just go already. I'll see you later, babe."

"I-I'll see you too," Frisk blushed as Chara kissed her once again.

"Aww, how cute," Undyne said in a teasing tone as she ruffled Chara's hair. "So, you do have a heart after all.

"You are literally the only person who I would let do that," Chara said, smoothing her hair out a little. "Now, let's just go back home."

"Right," Undyne nodded as they left. "I'm sure you'll just sneak out or whatever. I'm sure your old lady also told you the usual."

"Eh, I paid as much attention to that as I did in English class back in school," Chara shrugged. "You know how it is."

"Try not to hospitalize anyone this time," Undyne sighed. "You know how much of a mess that was for us."

"If they respect my womanhood and personal space, I'll respect their bone integrity." Chara said. "It's a two way street, Undyne, and I ain't about to just let some fucker eyeball me."

"Yep," Undyne said. "I know. Let's just get you home so your mom'll stop getting irritated."


should be an interesting turn of events... I wonder how it'll go.

So, yeah, I'm on a weird Undertale kick... figured I was done with it, but I actually don't mind reading a good Charisk fic or writing a non-main-canon AU like this or Love Despite All Odds so much... it's odd, but hey, I kinda like this story. Enjoy.