This story is not complete. If you think the ending isn't satisfying, that's because it's not supposed to be.

Anything written in [brackets] is a note made by me. It might be a fact that I would like you to know, such as the origins of a certain detail (i.e., Bloodstone's name), or it could just be a comment I have on something (such as flowers not having the ability to hurt you). Feel free to ignore them, they're not crucial to the story.

Chara

An Undertale fanfic by Emerald Shine

Chapter 1

Chara awoke to the sounds of shouting.

Oh, great, she sighed. It's Celebration Day.

Knowing it was futile to try and drown out the screams and the sun – the horrifying, burning, bright sun – Chara decided to rise. Just like that stupid sun. Always ruining her sweet dreams. She wished she could have just one night where she could finish her [bloody] dreams.

[You could take that two ways. Both are correct.]

The girl placed her feet on the wooden floor, cold against her bare soles. She trudged over to her small closet and took a random sweater off its hanger. It didn't really matter which one she took - they were all the same.

She got dressed and went to her window, pushing aside the curtains the tiniest bit in order to see outside better. In the morning light, children of all ages were running around on the dirt road while adults watched from porches. Chara didn't understand why children loved being so energetic. And loud. The ideal day for Chara would be nice alone time for meditation and throwing practice. Knife throwing practice, that is.

Knives. Speaking of knives…, Chara thought, her eyes slipping back to the direction of her bed. She walked over to her small but effective bedside table. Upon opening a drawer, Bloodstone was revealed.

Freshly sharpened, [Bloodstone was the most devastating, most cruel, most practical, and most beautiful knife] Chara had ever seen. She had many memories of Bloodstone: finding him in the kitchen; throwing him at trees until they had scars; sharpening him with rocks; and even leaving some, er, gifts from the woods on her neighbors' doorsteps.

[Yes, she named her knife. Credit to my friend and her own fanfic.]

Suddenly sensing pain in her finger, Chara snapped out of her thoughts. She had subconsciously, but lovingly, run her finger along her knife and accidentally cut herself.

She put Bloodstone back in his drawer and went to the kitchen to get a healing spell from her mother - but not before drawing her curtains shut. She didn't need anymore sunlight poisoning her room.

As Chara entered the kitchen, she was greeted by a shower of golden flowers. She screeched, batting them away as if they were hornets.

"Chara, Chara! Calm down!" came the soothing voice of her mother. ["They're just flowers! They're not going to hurt you!"]

[And as I write this, I'm cracking up. XD]

Chara gave her mother a disgusted look. "Ugh." And with that, she stalked away.

Ugh. Mother. I don't need any more cheer in my life; I have enough without Celebration Days, especially the Festival of Buttercups.

Chara grabbed a small bowl of fruit her mother had put on the table for her and sulked past the woman, forgetting all about the healing potion.

The emo, introverted girl went outside into the devastatingly bright sun. Chara sat on the stone steps in front of her house, her head down in order to not attract attention, especially from a certain somebody.

But it was useless.

"*GASP!* I LOVE your sweater today, Chara! Nice choice!"

Chara screamed again in surprise, nearly spilling her bowl of fruit as she started. "Ugh," she began eloquently. "[Genede], how many times have I told you NOT to do that?"

[Western Frisian word for "mercy" (according to Google Translate)]

Genede, the girl who had quite literally and suddenly popped up beside Chara, smiled sheepishly as she sat down next to her.

"Sorry, Chara! I just LOVE your sweater. It looks so nice!"

Chara stared at Genede. "It's literally the same as all my other sweaters. They're all green and yellow stripes."

Genede chuckled with more cheerfulness than Chara in an empty room. "You're so funny, Chara!" She pushed the other girl jokingly. Chara was not amused.

She sighed. "What do you want, Genede?"

Even though Genede was one of the most sickeningly nicest people in the village, Chara hated her guts. Well, "hated her guts" is actually quite a strong term, even for Chara; she didn't quite "hate her guts" - she was just really peeved off whenever she came near.

Chara heard Genede talking and thought it would be rude not to pretend she was listening - but she ended up finding actually listening anyway. Imagine that, Chara listening to a person when they talk! Even if it was only for a short time, it was going in the record books!

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the celebration with me. I mean, it's one of the most important events of the cycle, and we always go every cycle, and I just thought…"

Chara tuned out as she noticed how genuine Genede's smile was. Chara shook her head, trying to rid that realization from her mind. Much as she hated to admit it, she actually liked Genede a little bit. She wasn't even sure whether those feelings were romantic or not, but whatever they were, Chara did NOT like to think about them. ...Especially when she considered that Genede was her only and best friend..

Genede saw Chara shake her head. "What do you mean, 'no?' Of course you're going! Come on!"

And suddenly Chara was whisked away from her thoughts and towards the uncomfortably large crowd of people forming near the heart of their town.

Chapter Two is in the works! I'm going to be busy for the next few days, but I'll try to have the story updated by the end of the week!