MissingTale(Short Story | Almost, But No Cigar)
Frisk was put to bed and Chara was by the couch when Sans came downstairs.
"Sans?" Chara asked him nervously.
"Hm? Yeah Chara?"
"Can I...talk to you for a minute?"
Chara really sounded nervous now. They were trembling a little too.
"Oh sure!" Sans came and sat down the couch with Chara "What's up Chara?"
Chara wasn't sure what to say. They knew they couldn't say anything about it. They needed to tell someone about what the flower said to them.
But if they did, Frisk would get 'the consequences' and they couldn't let that happen.
Chara sighed. They were stalling. They hadn't said anything yet and Sans was looking worried.
"I just...wanted to say…that…"
This was Chara's last chance. Do they say something? Or not?
"...That I'm really liking it here and I think I can call it….home." They lied.
Sans perked up and smiled at Chara. He sighed and said,
"Well that's great to hear. I'm glad you're happy Chara." Sans gave them a hug and said goodnight.
He walked back upstairs and went to his room.
Chara couldn't do it. They knew they couldn't. But they were really close. I can't believe I lied to him! Chara was upset with themselves. But it was better than telling him what was really going on let their best friend get the aftermath.