I CAN'T ACCESS MY TUMBLR! HOW CAN I LIVE WITHOUT MY TUMBLR!?

SCARTALE HAVE BEEN FEATURED IN NICOLLE'S 'CORE ISSUES SEASON 4', PLEASE CHECK IT OUT! (it's not canon to here. for example: there, chara is male. here they're born female but are they/them)

so i was having trouble with this chapter and so decided to cut it to two and so give myself more time. and that's why you get another fluffy chapter, albeit a short one! enjoy the happy times before everything goes to shit! *cackle*

edit: i finished the chapter! but still want to keep the two separated.

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warning: Lots and lots of fluff, sugary sweet fluff, teeth rotting fluff, god save those poor souls fluff... and confessions.

Keep rocking, you guys.


Filled With Determination

Frisk and Chara were still in the couch when the last guests – Undyne pulling Papyrus along with Alphys following worryingly – left.

A nice pleasant hum vibrated in the link and Chara slumped over Frisk, adding to the overall warmth the child was feeling, the satisfying heat gently pulling them into a dazed state.

A shadow loomed over them and the child gave a little yelp when big paws circled them and lifted them up, bringing the small body to a broad chest.

"Howdy, little one," Asgore's deep voice soothed away any possible panic thoughts as the boss monster sat on the couch with Frisk in his arms. "I heard from Sans that there is something of utmost importance to be discussed between you, Tori and I."

Frisk blinked groggily, not understanding but nodding in agreement nonetheless. They could always just nod their way through everything. As long as this peace can continue.

*You just jinxed it… Chara sighed, head falling onto their shoulder. *You'll probably need your notepad soon…

Frisk nodded and yawned, snuggling more into Asgore's embrace. The boss monster chuckled deeply, his chest rumbling with it and causing Frisk to giggle.

"They really are like a cat," He muttered, "Did you take pictures?"

Toriel's voice joined in. "I wish, but I was too preoccupied by them being so adorable that I couldn't stop myself. Just a moment, I'll get the camera."

Frisk fluttered their eyes open, wondering if they should get worried but then shrugged and cuddled tighter into the big arms, small fingers clutching the woolen shirt the boss monster was holding.

A loud CLICK and Frisk jolted, looking back to see their mother stand there with a small camera, the woman smiling warmly when they caught her eye. Toriel giggled and placed away the camera, sitting down just as Sans appeared and sat on the vacated couch, hands in pockets and pink slippers hanging casually from raised legs, the skeleton too small to reach the floor. Frisk giggled at the small skeleton getting swallowed in their mother's giant reading couch.

"good to see you in good spirits, bucko," Sans shrugged and took one hand out, a small animal skull popping out with Frisk's pencil and notepad and dropping the items on their lap, disappearing in a pop a moment later.

Despite their comfortable state, Frisk tensed.

"So what is the matter, Sans?" Toriel took a deep breath, going into her serious mode as she sat down. "What did you need to discuss?"

Asgore stared at the skeleton while Frisk just clutched the notepad and pencil and burrowed into the big arms, getting scared at the solemn turn of events.

"well, it's more for you two to confess. i think it's time for the kid to know that they're not alone."

*Alone? What does he mean? Chara eyed the skeleton warily, wondering if he is going to blurt out the secret of the ghost's state to their parents.

"Sans, surely you do not think it's the time—" Toriel begun protesting but Asgore's agreeing hum interrupted her and she looked at him. "You think you are ready?" She asked him.

He nodded. "Better now than never, Tori. It's time to confess."

Frisk clung to their father, looking up with fearful eyes, searching the big red eyes for any hint on what is going on. Asgore smiled warmly and held them gently, laying his head over theirs.

"Little one, I remember the day you had your panic attack over thinking you were getting attacked by me."

Frisk stiffened, eyes growing in horror and chest tightening as the battle for air ensued. The boss monster rocked them and waited until they could breathe again to continue.

"Don't worry, my little flower, it's my fault after all."

The child frantically shook their head, burying their face into the rough material. Asgore gave a sad chuckle. "My little flower, I know about the many times I had killed you—"

Chara made a strangled noise, eyes wide and pupils shrunk to pinpricks.

Frisk started to tremble, their hands coming to cover their ears, head shaking from side to side as if that would evaporate the words still hanging in the air.

No… no, no, no, no, no. Dad knows. He knows about the LOADs. He knows about killing me. What is he going to do now? Would he stop loving me for the pain I gave him? Would I be feared for my ability? Would I be thrown away?

*Frisk… please listen to him… please… I think he is apologizing… Chara shook their shoulders, ghostly fingers clutching at their skin tightly. Frisk took deep breathes, trying to listen to their father like their partner said.

"—I know I can never make amends for what I had done. I know that the pain I had put you through will haunt me till the day I die. But I also want you to know that we know. That we can protect you if anything happens. We understand…"

"My child," Toriel's voice came closer, a smaller paw than Asgore's coming to rest on their shoulder, passing through Chara's hand, "We didn't say anything about this matter because we didn't want to scare you. We know how hard it must have been on you to shoulder this burden all by yourself and how scared you were to pain us with the knowledge.

But, please don't turn away from us and let us help you. Please, trust us."

Frisk raised wet eyes, tears spilling over and lower lip quivering, snort drizzling from their nose. The child sniffled and shook, terrified of what was happening.

Toriel's gaze softened and their mother's muzzle pressed to their hair. "We love you so much, my baby. We won't ever hurt you again."

"We love you so much, my little flower," Asgore muttered. "Can we ask you to listen to our selfish wish?"

Frisk sniffled in confusion, eyes boring into Asgore's. The former king smiled softly and held their hands with his free paw. "Can we ask you to still be our little child despite everything we have done? Can you still call us 'dad' and 'mom'?"

Slanted eyes widened and Frisk burst out crying once more, nodding feverishly and grasping Asgore's paw, their small body wrecked with their sobs.

Toriel gave a shuddering smile while Asgore sniffled, the two parents engulfing the small body with a firm embrace as the three cried.

Frisk's side of the link was filled with grief and relief, washing over Chara as the ghost held Frisk and cried in relief themselves, knowing that they won't have to hide their pain from their parents any longer. And maybe one day, they can confess about their existence.

Maybe one day, they'll confess about everything.

The ghost looked up to the couch to see the skeleton for once still there, his pinpricks diluted and grin easy. Chara huffed and smiled begrudgingly, thanking him for giving them the opportunity.

As if sensing their gaze, Sans shrugged and disappeared.

Chara blinked, but Frisk's hand on their arms pulled them back to the embrace they couldn't feel. Chara sniffled and buried their face in their partner's neck, trying to fool themselves for a moment that their parents were holding them as well.

The link hummed with growing determination and everything shone for a moment as a new SAVE appeared.

*Hearing mom and dad's confession filled you with Determination.

*Perhaps it's finally time for a new page.

Chara? The ghost hummed. I'm going to find a way to stop the madness.

*I'll be here with you.

…Thank you, partner. Chara smiled and let Frisk spend their tears, knowing that those tears were happy for once.

Finally.


Asgore had to return to his house because of his duties so Frisk gave him a big embrace and a note they scribbled down on the pad and ripped out so they could say goodnight to him when he went to sleep. The former king was on his knees when he thanked the child for the precious act, holding them tightly as if scared to leave them alone, new tears flowing from his eyes. But then, he finally let go and waved goodbye as he disappeared into the street.

Frisk stood on the doorstep with Toriel for a long while before the child turned and grasped the boss monster's paw, looking up with a tired smile and gesturing inside.

Understanding, Toriel led them into the house and prepared some broth and soft vegetables, not wanting to upset Frisk's stomach at such a late hour. Frisk yawned and rubbed their eyes as they waited for their mother at the dining table, their body and mind used up after such a hectic day and the previous tortuous day.

Chara?

*Hmm?

What are we going to do about that? I didn't sleep deeply enough for dreams up until now…

*I'll come with you right away so we can stop it from grabbing you. We're prepared this time. Hopefully, it got bored and won't bother us tonight.

I'm scared.

*I know… me too. Chara squeezed Frisk's hand. *But remember, it'll all be just a dream. It can't hurt you for real.

…From one of the anime Alphys showed me there was this guy who could control his dreams. You think I can do the same?

Chara sniggered a bit. *That's called 'lucid dreaming' and that anime was total shit.

It was not! He managed to defeat the demons there! Frisk huffed. I will do the same!

*Such an admirable guy, only he charmed girls to do that… Chara rolled their eyes. *But yeah, you can do the same. I believe you.

Frisk eyed them, pouting. I get the feeling you're making fun of me.

*Who, me? Never. Chara grinned. *A wimpy can do anything~

Chara~! Frisk whined, pinching Chara's arm. I thought you were my friend.

*I am, Chara chuckled, *But's it's also my job to tease you.

You're mean…

*You're very welcome. But hey, at least you feel better now. Chara smiled warmly. Frisk blinked and looked at the ghost, a small smile blooming on their fatigued features when they realized that the ghost was right.

Thanks, Chara… you're the best.

*Anytime. Chara shrugged as Toriel emerged from the kitchen and placed the bowl in front of Frisk. The child gave a tight hug to their mother and proceeded to devour the food, only slowing down when the boss monster scolded them, giving a sheepish shrug in return.

"It's okay, my child, but I do not want you to choke on your food," Toriel said warmly, eyes brimming with love as she sat down next to them and kissed their hair. "Enjoy the food, my baby, it makes me happy to know that you like it."

Frisk blushed and smiled softly, sipping their soup contentedly.

As much as they were scared of going to sleep, they managed to ignore those feelings for the sake of enjoying the warmth and happiness bubbling inside of them.

Hopefully that would be enough...


And this marks the end of the twenty-fifth installment. if you have any criticism or anything to add, i would be happy to hear them.

please read and review so i could do better or be happy that people enjoy my writings ^^

p.s. for those who didn't understand.

'Something written' - Frisk's written words.

Something in italics - is frisk talking to chara in their head.

*something in italics - is chara talking.

something in bold - flashback