Frisk was ignoring him. Again.
Chara sighed, looking at his/Frisk's reflection in the mirror. His own red eyes stared back at him, but they were on Frisk's golden skin, her heart shaped face that was framed by her short and unruly dark hair.
Chara watched as he made Frisk's pink lips curve into a smirk, which seemed so out of place on her warm features.
"Despite everything it's still… Haha, you wish."
He groaned and, comically, dragged his feet down the hall, then down the basement stairs to meet Toriel for the last time.
Frisk rarely spoke to him while he was in control; though sometimes he could hear her soft cries in the back of his mind whilst watching one of her friends draw their last breath.
It never really bothered him before; in fact, he liked the quiet. It made him feel as if he was alive again, in his own body, with his own SOUL.
He looked down at the hands he'd covered in dust, rubbing the fingers together. Then again, his skin was never this soft, it was never the mellow sun-kissed color that Frisk's was.
He swallowed, imagining that she probably spent all day in the sun back on the surface. Sometimes, very scarcely, but sometimes he would wonder what things would be like had they met up there; if she had been alive when he was.
Chara shook the thoughts from his head and looked forward, grinning as he walked straight through the pile of dust that had raised him as her own many years ago. He had killed her without even acknowledging her. Must've been a force of habit.
How could you?
Chara's steps faltered slightly as Frisk's melodic voice tickled the spot in his head that only she filled.
"How could I what?" He grumbled, climbing up the stairs and walking down the pointlessly long hall that would lead to Asriel, the vegan version.
She did nothing but love you… Frisk's sickeningly sweet voice continued.
"I didn't ask her to do that." Chara replied easily, "This conversation is boring, Frisk."
He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, she stopped speaking again. Loved me? He thought about Frisk's words, eyes training on his shoes as they walked across darker gray tiles which signaled the end of the tunnel. His mind twisted and contorted the concept until it was nothing; after all it wasn't like Toriel loved him anymore. She was dead.
He swallowed, not bothering to close his crimson eyes as he gazed upon Asriel, Flowey.
The flower's fake smile immediately dropped from his face. It was Frisk's body, but the eyes were all… "Chara?" Flowey yelped. "You're back! I knew you'd beat her eventually! Now we-"
"There's no we, weed," Chara muttered, blowing a strand of dark brown hair from his face. "Now if you'll excuse me…" He said, casually continuing his stride, passing Flowey.
Normally Chara would entertain Asriel, after all he was once his favorite plaything. The goat monster once would have done anything for him.
Chara looked back at the flower once he stood under the arch. Emotionless plant or not, Chara knew Flowey still would do anything for him. But he didn't care. Not one bit.
"See ya, Daisy Dukes." Chara half waved and walked through the arch, into the dark room ahead, leaving a crestfallen flower behind.
With pinched brows he thought about where he was going next. He inadvertently clenched his fist.
xXxXx
"*human... don't you know how to greet a new pal ?"
Chara was tired of stopping at the same bridge, watching the same trees, hearing the same old greeting, squeezing the same fucking cushion, and hearing that same fucking laugh.
"*turn around and…"
Why do we even bother? Why does Sans? Part of Chara hoped Frisk would answer, but she was busy ignoring him. You're so fucking petty, he thought to her.
Chara began to turn in the middle of the skeleton's sentence, but halted half way.
"You know..." He said softly, keeping his eyes closed in his usual Frisk ruse. "I've seen how you greet your favorite stranger, but I'm not gonna laugh so let's just skip that."
Chara felt the skeleton stiffen behind him, a huff of surprise puffing from between his teeth.
"*you're not the kid..." Sans growled, stepping back as Chara fully turned around, the human's eyes spreading open.
"Kid? After what you did, you still call her a kid?" Chara's gleaming red eyes were a strong contrast against the white and blue snow, they seemed to flare brighter than usual because of it.
The skeleton's sockets widened in surprise.
Chara chuckled and lowered his voice to mock Sans, "don't play dumb with me."
He suddenly burst into a coughing fit, not able to do the stout skeleton's tone justice since Frisk's vocal chords couldn't reach such a low octave.
Chara forced an innocent smile, "Now enough with formalities," he looked San's up and down, eyes lingering on his bony hands. The hands he had the luxury of touching Frisk with.
"Let me tell you a story. You know, after my whole SPAREing attempt on... I think it was my thirty fourth go at you, I was done. I was ready to call a quits, because, damn, you do not play fair..."
Sans' brow bones lifted with bemusement, his left eye-socket glowing dimly. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his blue hoodie, looking a bit past Chara to reminisce in the memory that the human was sharing. Sans' smiling expression fell a bit as Chara resumed his 'storytelling.'
"You told me that if I was really sorry, I wouldn't come back. I wasn't, of course, and I'm still not... But..." A half smile flicked across their taunting lips, "But you know who was so... So... Sorry?"
"*stop."
"Frisk. Your favorite kid..."
"*stop. "
"She took control of herself and I was too tired to stop her. She was so determined to right my wrongs."
Sans balled his fists, already putting the pieces together, and Chara relished in the skeleton's discomfort. He couldn't get enough of it.
"So she went to you with open arms... And you killed her. Which was understandable... But then... You kept doing it, slower each time... Dragging it out." Chara's smile vanished, red eyes flashing with an emotion he wasn't accustomed to.
"You even... Well, we both know what you did, what you said... Even then she never put up a fight. Never."
Chara leaned forward, "You knew it was her and not me, I bet you wanted it to be her. You wanted innocent little Frisk underneath you."
Sans' sockets were black, his classic grin now a grimace. Sweat was beading on his skull, despite the snowy gusts of wind. His bony fingers clenched the inside of his pockets.
Chara watched him with careful eyes, wondering if he had miscalculated, maybe Sans hadn't known it was Frisk. He squinted a bit, contemplating his next choice of words and was startled when Sans beat him to it.
"*and why would you care about that?"
There was that word again. Care? I don't care about anything. The look of satisfaction that crossed Sans' face told Chara that the shock he was feeling showed.
He quickly inhaled and put on his best look of nonchalance, narrow eyes resembling Frisk's.
What are you doing?!
Chara flinched feeling Frisk suddenly fill the void in their shared existence, he knitted his brows.
You don't know? Where the hell have you been?
I don't know, I just couldn't watch you kill... So I went to the black space.
That was new, Chara was never in the black space alone. He'd never really tried. He'd never really… wanted to be away from her that badly, he supposed.
Alright, well, I'm letting Mr. TouchyFeely know that I know what he did.
Why?
Chara growled, startling Sans, but Chara was too wrapped up in his own mind to notice. Why was everyone questioning him all of the sudden? I don't have to explain myself to you, kid.
Kid? Who are you- Sans?
Chara had no clue why he said that, he just wanted to call her anything but her name… He needed space.
Frisk probably added to her remark with something heartfelt and pestilent with honesty, but he couldn't hear her.
He could hear Sans' thunderous voice uttering, but it sounding like background noise and he couldn't understand it. His mind was racing, Fuck I can't think.
One wouldn't think you ever needed to.
"*you alright there murder-mcgee?"
"Will you both just SHUT UP."
Frisk and Sans went mute.
Chara removed his hands from his hair, figuring they had snaked their way up there during his mental break. His red eyes honed in on Sans threateningly.
"I may have the urge to kill her every five seconds, but Frisk is my... vessel. I won't have you fucking her up just to relieve some of your angst ."
San's eye sockets narrowed, but he didn't get a word out before Chara's own masculine voice erupted from Frisk's vocal chords, "She's mine, okay?" His voice was almost as cold as the snow seeping through Frisk's boots.
Chara could feel Frisk's confusion practically skyrocket, but he'd deal with her later. He cleared his throat, his voice completely reverted back to Frisk's peachy, feminine voice:
"Now let's go meet your brother. I think we're a bit off schedule."
