Thanks go to WhoWritesThisCrap, KZReviewer, FluffySheepLion, I guest as much, ChumpBuster05, DiamondAuthor551, Selyiam, Butterflie64, Minami Kinoshita, Pro Noob, and ragnarok042501.
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"Why?" Flowey asked, confused. "Don't you get it?"
"Being nice doesn't get you anywhere. Just think." Flowey was frowning. "You've made all these great friends, and now you'll probably never see them again."
Frisk wasn't sure how or why they were here, in this blank space, speaking with Flowey, but they looked down in consideration none the less.
"Not to mention how much they've been set back by you."
Frisk winced.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" Flowey smiled somewhat sadly.
"If you had just gone through without caring about anyone, you wouldn't feel so awful now."
Frisk's eyes narrowed, still looking down.
"So I don't get it." Flowey said with legitimate curiosity. "If you really did everything right, how did this end so badly?"
"Is the world really that cruel?" Flowey tilted his head to the side, smiling once again.
"... Say."
Frisk looked up, arching a brow at Flowey.
"What if I told you I had a better ending for you?" Flowey arched a brow.
Frisk gasped.
I knew you could be nice!" They knelt down in attempt to hug the flower, who hissed, leaning back away from them.
"Get away from me!" He told them angrily, and they frowned in rejection, standing and stepping back.
"... As I was saying." Flowey glared momentarily.
"You'll have to go back quite a ways... Back before your little showdown with the Empress." Flowey glanced to the side, Frisk's eyes narrowing at those painful memories.
"And then, well... Why not try to get to know everyone a little better? It seems like a few of your 'friendships' needed a little work." Flowey smirked lightly.
Frisk nodded, smiling.
"Maybe I can even confirm my OTP!" They said, holding up one fist with DETERMINATION.
"Heh, good luck." Flowey said with heavy sarcasm, glancing to the side. "I've tried everything."
"The only way to figure out how those two really feel is by..." Flowey's face became that demonic one for a moment, before it faded back to normal.
"Well... You're too much of a coward to do that anyway." He smirked before popping into the ground.
"See you soon." Were the last words Frisk heard from him.
Cter breathed a sigh of relief, glad to find himself sitting back on that bar stool across from Gaster.
"So they did decide to bring it back after all." Gaster said, drying a cup with a white rag.
"And you're sure they can pull it off?" He arched a brow at Cter, who nodded while shrugging.
"At least, that's how it should work." He glanced to the side. "But with how screwy this universe is, man, I dunno..." He muttered, eyes narrowing.
"How can you be sure?" Gaster arched a brow, tilting his head to the side. "How do you know how this will work?"
"Heh, Gaster, that's waaaay too metta for you." Cter reached forward, tapping a finger on Gaster's skull, grin clear on his face.
"Very funny." Gaster frowned, setting the dish down as Cter grinned, shrugging.
"I thought so."
"Hm... So who should I start with?" Frisk held their chin in thought as they stepped from the elevator, now outside of Mettaton's lab.
"Well, I guess I should do this in order." Frisk said, nodding to themself, walking towards River Person's boat.
"One trip to Snowdin please!" Frisk smiled, taking a seat on the boat.
The boat took off, the River Person humming softly.
"Tra la la~ Beware the man who speaks in flames."
Frisk arched a brow at that strange statement, choosing not to question it as they approached Snowdin.
Cter sat at the couch, grabbing handfuls of popcorn and devouring them, arching a brow at the door as a knock resounded from it.
"Chara, can you get the door?" He called up stairs, taking in another mouthful of popcorn.
"You're closer!" They called from upstairs.
"Eh..." Cter reached weakly towards the door.
"But it's like... All the way over there." He said pathetically.
"You can literally teleport, you asshat!"
"I don't even know what you're talking about."
"Graah!"
Frisk stood outside the door, a large sweat drop running down the back of their head, as if this was an anime.
"Actually, why don't I just tell them to come in?"
Frisk's face lit up in hope.
"No! What if it's an intruder?!"
Said look of hope faded to sadness and disappointment.
"Then our house is gonna be RC real quick."
Frisk asked themselves internally what RC stood for.
*well it rhymes with grape city.
They just sighed disappointingly at their text box, the bickering behind the door continuing.
*his words, not mine.
"When did Cter ever say-"
"Oh hey it's Squinty!" Cter said upon opening the door, a disgruntled Chara standing behind him.
It seemed that he had somehow managed to convince them to come to the door with him, despite it very obviously being a one person job and he being much closer to the door than they.
"Cter I'm still ninety percent sure that counts as a racial slur." Chara glanced at Cter out of the corner of their eye.
"What are they gonna do, spare me?" Cter grinned with his shrug, winking his right eye shut and glancing over at them out of the corner of it.
They just groaned, closing their eyes and shaking their head in disappointment.
"So wassup friendo?" Cter asked as they both moved out of the way, motioning for Frisk to come in.
"Yeah, shouldn't you be uh... Heading home by now?" Chara said, watching Frisk take a seat on their couch.
If I want to be better friends with them, I should probably try to figure out more about them. Help them with all their problems and stuff. Frisk thought to themself before speaking.
"Well... Actually, I still have a few questions about you two." Frisk looked to the both of them.
"No sinning in the household." Cter advised quickly, making Frisk laugh and shake their head.
"No, no, it's not a ship question." Frisk surprised the both of them with that.
"I've... I've heard a lot of hints, so I want to know for sure." Frisk looked down at their hands, which clenched into fists on their knees.
"What happened?" Frisk looked up at the two of them with a surprisingly serious expression.
"Uh..." The two recoiled, Cter having a good guess of what exactly Frisk was talking about. "You're gonna have to specify a little, buddo."
"I've heard a lot of hints from a lot of people, so I want to be sure, what exactly happened before I came here? Between you two, I mean." Frisk asked, and was slightly surprised by the response.
Cter's grin seemed nervous, his hair covering his eyes for a moment as Chara's eyes widened.
"U-... Uh..." Cter glanced over at Chara, who frowned in thought.
"What, that?" He looked back to Frisk, still sweating nervously. "That's just a little legend I came up with to mess with people! Eheheheh..." He glanced to the side.
"Cter, I know that's not true." Frisk frowned.
As Cter was about to respond, Chara walked past the both of them, saying nothing and walking up the stairs, Cter watching with worry as the door to their room slammed.
"..." Cter sighed, running a hand down his face and plopping down on the couch next to Frisk.
"Can, open. Worms, everywhere." Cter said with exhaustion, gesturing to the room around him.
Frisk looked around with worry at their mistake.
"Kid, what would make you ask that question?" Cter slouched forward, glancing over at Frisk, his grin replaced with a frown.
"I-I just... I figured I shouldn't have any regrets about this place before I leave..." Frisk found it somewhat difficult to lie, glancing to the side.
"Trust me, you don't wanna hear that story." Cter looked ahead, expression surprisingly serious.
Frisk looked to the side, frowning.
"... Look, I'll talk to you about this in a minute." Cter stood, looking up the stair case.
"I'm gonna go check on 'em." Cter said, sighing with his hands in his pockets, beginning up the steps.
Frisk watched, frowning as they reconsidered their decisions.
Cter knocked on the door, standing there for a moment.
...
"... Knock knock." He said instead of knocking this time.
"Who's there?" A voice from behind the door asked moodily.
Cter smirked lightly. "Dishes."
"... No."
"C'mon." Cter grinned, leaning against the door frame.
"..." A sigh. "... Dishes who?"
"Dishes a very bad joke." Cter winked his left eye shut.
"..."
The door opened ever so slightly.
"New that'd win you over." Cter said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
"..." Frisk looked around for a moment before rushing silently up the stairs, looking in through the key hole.
*you've really got a snooping problem.
"Shh!" They told the text box before looking back up to the key hole.
"So uh... Some crazy stuff out there, huh?" Cter glanced to the side.
Chara just sat at the foot of their bed, knees pulled up to their chest and back facing Cter.
"Look I uh... I know that whole thing still bothers you but... It's all in the past now." Cter glanced to the side.
Chara stood, hair covering their eyes as Cter spoke.
"You're not that person anymore. You know th-"
Cter was cut off, Chara putting one hand on his chest. Or, more accurately, whatever was engraved in it under that shirt.
They said nothing, looking down.
"..." Cter's mouth hung open, as if he were about to speak, but then closed as he looked to the side.
"I said STOP!"
SLASH.
"Erg-! ... I-... It's okay... I... I know you didn't mean that."
"Shut up!"
SLASH.
"Guh-! ... Y-you can... hit me all you want..."
SLASH.
"I'm not gonna give up on you..."
SLASH.
"I believe in you..."
The two stood in silence, Cter frowning as he looked to the side.
"It's fine, Cter. Really." Chara still frowned after the long silence, their hand dropping back to their side as they sat back down on the foot of the bed.
"I get it. Everyone still sees me like that. When they hear my name that's their first thought." Chara stared at the ground. "That won't change."
"That's not true." Cter said, looking back to them.
Their hands clenched into fists, teeth gritting.
"When do the lies stop, Cter?!" They snapped, startling Cter.
"You're lying to the monsters that there'll be another human! You're lying to to me that they'll forgive me at some point! And you're lying to yourself that staying here and sparing me was a good idea!" They looked up from the ground as they yelled.
"Now the monsters are gonna be trapped down here forever, or they're going to turn on us and kill us both! So why?! Why are you still standing there and saying it's all going to be okay?! That I've magically changed?!" They stood, demanding an answer.
"Why can't you just admit that sparing me was a mistake?!"
The room went silent, Chara panting in anger after their outburst, Cter silent.
It was then that Frisk realized his hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white.
"... Well?!" They demanded an answer after another few moments.
"... Shut up..." Cter finally muttered under his breath.
"What?" They hadn't heard him.
"... I said..." Cter's teeth grit, hair covering his eyes.
"SHUT UP!" He suddenly snapped, yanking back one fist and slamming it into their face, their eyes widening as they were thrown back to the ground, Frisk gasping.
"I'm so damn sick of hearing everyone piss and moan and say nothing's ever gonna change! I'm so sick of people saying we're never gonna get out of here, people saying you're never gonna change, and people questioning my decision!" Frisk had never seen Cter this far from grinning.
"Why can't I be honest?!" Cter repeated their question in disbelief. "Why can't you just see what I see?!"
Their eyes widened as he grabbed them by the collar of the shirt, pulling them from the ground.
"How can you not get it yet?! You work harder than anyone I've ever met! You spend all day setting up those traps and puzzles just so you don't have to resort to actual violence when a human comes! You sit in a wood shack twelve hours a day waiting for one to come walking by! And then when one does come through and makes it through everything, you still don't try to kill it! You ask me to do it, not demand but ASK me to help you!"
"And then I say I will, and end up going on a date with them instead!" Cter dropped them, pacing and throwing his hands into the air.
"If anyone's at fault here, it's me! So why?! Why do you still think that you haven't changed?! You, the one working hardest to free us?!"
Another period of shocked silence.
"... Wow." Chara eventually said, standing and blinking a few times. "What a speech to follow a punch in the face."
Cter just breathed a sigh, clearly glad to have that off his chest.
"Well, I needed to say it." Cter shrugged.
"... Thanks, Cter." They smiled lightly, and Cter smiled in return.
Frisk realized they were making their way back towards the door, jumping up and rushing towards the stairs.
As they attempted to turn down the stairs, they slipped, falling forward and tumbling down them instead.
"Uh..." Chara arched a brow at Frisk, who groaned from the bottom of the stairs.
Frisk realized their cover was a risk of being blown, quickly looking up and snapping, pointing at them.
"Sup?" They said casually, playing off their literal trip down the stairs.
Cter snerked.
"Doin' some eavesdropping, eh?" Cter grinned as they reached the bottom of the stairs, Chara continuing off to another part of the house.
"Well... Uh..." Frisk scratched the back of their head.
"Look, I think you've solved your fair share of problems here." Cter winked his left eye shut, Frisk's widening in surprise.
How did he-
"Why don'tcha go visit Monster Kid or Mettaton or something?" Cter grinned to the side at his suggestion.
"O-oh, good ide- hey, wait a second!" Frisk stopped, pointing at Cter.
"I still haven't found out and solved your problems!"
Cter arched a brow at them, snerking once more.
"Kiddo, not everyone down here's an emotional wreck."
"Lies!"
Cter shrugged. "Alright, ya caught me."
He reached into his pocket, pulling a key from it and handing it to Frisk.
"Take that, and the truth will be revealed." Cter closed his eyes, seeming serious for a moment.
Frisk looked to the key, arching a brow at it before looking back to Cter, their eyes widening as they saw he was gone.
"Hmm..." Their thoughts drifted back to the door with light shifting from under it, looking back up the stairs.
The door creaked open, Frisk looking around the pitch black room and stepping in skeptically.
The door slammed shut behind them, and they yelped, finding themselves in complete darkness.
The sound of raging winds echoed through the room, and they began forward.
They weren't sure where they were going, but they kept forward for what felt like hours.
Eventually, they heard that door creaking open once more, being blinded for a moment as the room was suddenly lit up.
"Cter, are you in he- oh, hey Frisk." Chara greeted, before arching a brow at what they were walking on.
"Uh... What are you doing on Cter's treadmill?" They asked, and Frisk looked down at what they stood on, eyes widening.
"The truth is you got done diddly dunked." Read the note on the treadmill.
"Damn it!" They called out in irritation.
"Oh, I get it. Cter pranking you over time and space?" They arched a brow, Frisk half nodding half shrugging.
"Yeah, I hate it when he does that." They rolled their eyes.
"Anyway, since you're here, I was thinking. You said you didn't wanna have any regrets?" Chara arched a brow.
"Yeah?" Frisk arched a brow in confusion.
"Well, it seems like you and Monster Kid didn't really get off on the right foot."
"... In a sense." Frisk glanced to the side.
"Well, I'm going to be going to his house in a little bit to do some training. Why don't you come along?" Chara suggested. "I'm sure you of all people will be able to win him over."
"Oh, that sounds like a great idea!" Frisk said, immediately enthused once more.
"Glad you think so." Chara laughed lightly, exiting the room and leaving Frisk to snoop.
They looked around, eyes narrowing as they investigated.
The room wasn't much.
An old mattress in the corner next to a window, an old TV across the room from the mattress.
A dresser with a few sweatshirt sleeves hanging out from it, some of the drawers open.
... A self sustaining trash hurricane in a small, plastic pool.
... With ink instead of water.
Frisk walked up to a pile of socks in the corner.
*it's cter's sock pile.
*scandalous.
Frisk frowned at the text box.
"You proud of that? You proud of that joke you just made?" They asked, eyes narrowed.
*more than you will ever know.
They just sighed, shaking their head and continuing to the lamp on the dresser.
*it's a lamp.
"Thank you." They said sarcastically.
*... are you still made about the treadmill thing?
"I don't wanna talk about it." frisk crossed their arms, looking to the side.
They clicked the switch to turn on the lamp.
Nothing happened.
They looked inside the shade, finding that there was no light bulb in it.
There was, however, a flash light.
A flashlight that had a light bulb for the lamp duck taped to the top of it.
"Why though?" Frisk asked, face buried in their hands and muffling their laughter.
They inspected the bed next.
*it's an old mattress.
*all the sheets are thrown all over, like whoever sleeps here has some serious trouble sleeping.
*under the pillow is an old laptop.
*open it?
*yes.
Frisk opened the laptop, eyes widening.
"Don't even think about it." Read the open word document.
Frisk looked over their shoulder, closing the word document and looking at the two folders that were the only thing on the desk top.
One labeled Porn and one labeled Not Porn.
*knowing cter, both of these probably have porn in them.
"What do you have against Cter?" Frisk asked.
*somethin' about Smiley just rubs me the wrong way...
Frisk opened the one labeled not porn.
It was just a picture of a troll face with a caption that said 'Told ya'.
"... Yep, that figures." Frisk frowned, closing the tab.
*wanna try the other one?
"Judging from the honesty in the first one, I'm guessing the second one is equally honest." Frisk said, deciding against opening the folder labeled porn.
Little did they know, that folder actually held all of the other things on Cter's laptop.
Any secrets they could have found there were left as they closed and replaced the laptop, deciding to inspect the dresser next.
*it's just the same shirt, sweatshirt, and jeans over and over again.
*where on earth could these clothes be being sold in bulk?
*oh, hey, there's another key in here.
Frisk looked around, placing the key in their pocket and walking to the door, pushing it open and entering the hallway, making their way down the stairs.
They knew this key could only be for one thing...
They exited the house, going around the side and to the staircase leading to a door.
They'd seen this place out of the corner of their eye once, but never bothered to investigate.
They attempted to twist the nob, eyes narrowing as it refused.
Locked. Just as they thought.
They brought the key to the lock, twisting it and hearing a loud click.
They pushed open the door, looking around the darkness.
They felt the wall to their side for a light switch, flicking it on and watching as those florescent lights buzzed on, lighting up the small lab.
"What the..?" They looked around the surprisingly bar room.
They walked up to the metal table, finding what seemed to be a wind up train.
*it's some kind of christmas decoration. there seems to be a key to twist at the bottom of it. twist it?
*yes
*it plays a soft, sweet, and almost a little sad christmas-y tune.
As Frisk went to set it back down, they realized there was a picture hidden under where it had been set.
*it's cter with a bunch of people you don't know.
*an old lady, some little kid, a big, happy rottweiler...
*he looks happy.
Frisk arched a brow at the picture in confusion, before shrugging, setting it back where they found it.
They pulled open one of the drawers.
*the drawer's mostly empty, accept for a poorly and not to mention hastily drawn picture of five people.
*one's head looks like it's on fire, the one in the middle has really dark lines under his eyes.
*the one to his side got these big ol' floppy ears, one looks like a skeleton with a bow tie, and the one on the far right-...
Frisk arched a brow as the text box paused.
*... has this big, stupid grin and seems to be floating...
*"Don't forget."
*...
*... lets look at something else.
Frisk set the poorly drawn picture back, confused by the change in mood in the box.
Frisk looked up at the wall of blue prints and different pieces of paper, all connected by strings of yarn.
*there's a lot of hastily written words on those papers but... You can't seem to understand the language. all the the letters just look like different burn marks.
*it all looks like blue prints for something.
Frisk walked over to the curtain, peeking behind.
*it's an old machine. It seems pretty far from functional.
Frisk glanced over at the garbage can.
*it's filled to the brim with empty bottles of cough syrup and crumpled up papers coated in those burn marks.
"..." Frisk stood in the center of the room, holding their chin in thought.
"Well... This answered nothing and gave me several more questions." They frowned.
*what exactly were you expecting from cter?
"... Yeah." Frisk sighed. "That's true."
They frowned as they made their way up the stairs, hands in their pockets.
As they walked back around the corner, they found Chara there, looking around for a moment before spotting them.
"Oh, there you are." They approached. "You ready to go to Monster Kid's?" They asked curiously, arching a brow.
"Oh, yeah, lets go." Frisk said, beginning to walk towards where River Person was at the edge of town.
"Frisk, the way to WaterFall is that way." Chara said in confusion, pointing with their thumb to the edge of town.
"But River Person gets you there much faster." Frisk said, turning back around to face them.
"Well, yeah but..." Chara looked past Frisk to River Person sitting on their River Boat.
Cter stood at the edge of the water, seeming to be speaking with them.
"Why is Cter talking to River Person..?" Frisk wondered aloud, holding their chin in thought.
"... Yeah, let's go the long way." Chara said, frowning as they began in the other direction.
Frisk looked back at them, looking back to Cter before shrugging, following after them.
Cter stood in Waterfall at the wall just outside of the piano room, one hand buried in the wall.
Or, more accurately, the code of said wall.
Teeth gritting in frustration, he yanked his hand free, the wall closing.
"Damn it!" He slammed one fist into the wall, teeth gritting as he looked down.
"Why can't I just..." Shadows covered his eyes as he stared at the dirt.
Growling in anger, he jumped back, thrusting one arm out towards the wall as a Beat Blaster appeared floating behind him, blasting into the wall and obliterating it, sending dust exploding into the air.
Cter sighed as the dust cleared, running a hand down his face in exasperation.
He leaned against the wall, sliding down it and pulling his Cough Syrup from his inventory.
Meanwhile, Frisk and Chara made their way towards the area, Cter's eyes widening as he heard their conversation in the distance.
Disappearing just as they turned the corner, Frisk's eyes widened as they spotted the gaping hole in the wall.
Whoa, what happened here?!" Frisk rushed over to the still steaming wall, looking over it in surprise.
Chara rushed to their side, eyes widened as they spotted the hole.
"It looks like someone blasted a hole in it..?" Frisk said, tilting their head to the side curiously.
"Do you know any monster who can shoot laser beams or something?" Frisk glanced over at Chara, their eyes widening.
Chara just stared at the scorched hole, eyes wide.
"Heheheh... Did you really think I'd let you have the first move?"
"Uh... Chara..?" Frisk asked skeptically, shaking them back to reality.
"Huh? Oh! Uh... No, I can't make heads or tails of this." They lied with ease, Frisk looking back to the hole in thought before shrugging.
"Okay, now while I'm sure Monster Kid'll be uh... Very happy to see you..? I suggest just letting me do the talking at first." Chara said, Frisk standing behind them as they knocked on the door to the giant dragon head that was Monster Kid's house.
It wasn't exactly a scary dragon head, more like...
Well, you know that Pokemon, Dragonite?
Yeah, something like that.
Outside the house was basketball hoop, which Frisk questioned the point of, as Monster Kid didn't have arms.
"Hey Chara!" Monster Kid greeted as he opened the door.
"Ready for some good ol' one v one training?" He asked, not catching Frisk, who hide behind Chara and out of his line of vision.
"Sure am!" Chara said quickly. "Oh, and I brought a friend." They stepped aside, Monster Kid's eyes widening.
Frisk waved, gulping nervously.
"... Why don't." Twitch. "You two." Teeth grit. "Come in?" Hands clenched into white knuckled fists. Well, I mean, if he had hands, they would be.
Frisk looked around the inside of the house. Surprisingly... Not menacing.
In one side of the room, there was a TV with a couch in front of it, Suzy sitting on said couch and looking over her shoulder at them.
"Suuuup?" She greeted, waving with her tail.
"... Ah, you know what, I just realized! I have to do... Not this!" Chara said suddenly, Frisk and Monster Kid looking to them in surprise as they back flipped several times, kicking through the window and disappearing into the rest of the underground.
Frisk just stood there, baffled by the action as Monster Kid frowned, shaking his head and groaning.
"That's the kind of stuff that happens when you hang out with Cter too long." He looked back to Suzy, who stuck her tongue out at him.
"Alright punk, here's the deal! If my sister wasn't sitting right there, I'd burn you alive right now!" Monster Kid said, snarling at Frisk, who took a step back, laughing nervously.
"But instead, since you're my guest, I guess I have to be nice to you." He rolled his eyes, Frisk arching a brow in confusion.
"So you take a seat at that table, or I'll clobber you!"
Cter ran a hand through his hair, leaving some of it stuck up as he groaned, sleeves rolled up as he leaned over a large paper, fire burning in certain symbols over his fingers as he scorched letters of some other language into the paper.
He heard someone banging on the door, and he groaned, grabbing his opened bottle of cough syrup and drinking what was left in it, tossing is over his shoulder and into the garbage, his usual grin a frown as he walked to the door.
He paused before the door, sighing once more and pushing up the corners of his mouth, making his expression that happy grin as he opened the door.
"Well hi there roomy." He winked his left eye shut, grinning at Chara, who frowned. "What brings you to my neck'a the woods?"
"You want to explain to me why there's a hole blasted in one of the walls in Waterfall?" Chara's eyes narrowed in question, Cter's grin remaining as present as ever.
"What, you think I keep track'a all the holes that open for me?" Cter grinned, glancing to the side.
Chara just glared at Cter, who just kept grinning, even throwing in a stupid little "I made a dumb joke!" dance before they pushed past him, entering the small room and making Cter's eyes widen.
"Hey, wait-!"
"Cter, again with this?" Chara looked back to him, gesturing to the room surrounding them.
"What?" Cter shrugged, winking his left eye shut. "It's healthy to have a hobby."
"But it's not healthy to keep looking for people that aren't. Real." Chara said, eyes widening to put more emphasis on their words.
"..." Cter's grin became a frown."... I don't expect you to understand." His gaze shifted to the side.
"Cter, how many times do I have to tell you, there is no Grillby! There never was any Grillby! There'll never be any Grillby!" They grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him to get the point across.
Cter grit his teeth, swatting their hands off of him and stepping back.
"You don't get it!" He snapped, hair covering his eyes.
"No, you don't get it!" They yelled back, hands clenching into fists.
"Just look at yourself! Look at what this is doing to you!" They gestured back to the empty bottles of cough syrup over flowing from the trash can and out onto the floor.
Cter just looked down, teeth gritting.
"... Look, I get it. This all started after... After Asrie-"
"Stop. Talking." Cter said through gritted teeth.
"Cter, I miss him too, but all this? It's not healthy. And It's not okay." Chara frowned, worry clear on their face.
"This doesn't have anything to do with him..." Cter glanced to the side.
"Then what does it have to do with? The kid you brutalized? The fact that you let Asgore take the blame for it? Pick a screw up Cter, you made quite a few that day."
"..." Cter sat down at that table, burying his face in his hands and sighing.
"I'm just..." He let go of his face, placing them on his knees instead.
"... I'm so sick of all my friends disappearing..."
Chara sat next to him, placing a hand on his back comfortingly.
"Well, maybe I was wrong about you after all." Monster Kid glanced to the side, Frisk smiling at him as he stood in the doorway to his home, Frisk outside.
"Sorry about uh... Trying to kill you, n'all." Monster Kid shrugged.
"Don't worry about it! Just about all of my friends have tried to kill me at one point or another!" Frisk smiled wide, giving a thumbs up.
"... Hey uh, I know this is a little short notice but, yo, would you mind giving this to Mettaton for me?" Monster Kid asked, looking around to make sure no one was watching as he handed Frisk the letter.
"Oh, sure!" Frisk smiled, taking the letter.
"Thanks." Monster Kid smiled. "Oh and, fair warning, you read it..."
Monster Kid's good eye went black, pupil glowing white for a moment as it seemed an energy spear was forming over his eyepatched eye.
"I'll obliterate you."
*you got the Monster Kid's Letter.
So even Flowey ships Character.
Well, it sure is taking me awhile to update nowadays, huh?
Well, school's a painus in the anus, so yeah.
Now if you're wondering why I skipped the Monster Kid date, it's because it would've just been the Undyne date but with Monster Kid.
And I had zero will to write it.
Now then, I need to get to work on the DoubleTale Halloween Special, the Q&A, and my growing pile of homework.
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XWolf26, out
