Chapter Six: Francesca
"Who's this child?" Chara asked, looking at the child.
"I'm not sure." Frisk said, looking at the child as well. "So, what should we do with them?"
"Well" Chara said. "let's put them on the couch and then see if they wake up."
"Okay." Frisk said, nodding. They picked the child up, placing them on the couch on their back. Once they had done that, they inspected them.
The child was completely naked, having been that way when they found them. They looked about ten years old, give or take a year. They were female, being about four feet tall. She had brown hair so dark that it was almost black that went down to her shoulder blades. She had some sort of fluid on her skin. It was greenish and seemed to be like what was on Frisk and Chara's wings when they first emerged. There were also two wings on her, one was a grey angel wing with black in the center and the other was a grey demon wing with white in the center.
"This is pretty strange." Frisk said, looking at her. "So, what do you suppose happened to her?"
"No clue." Chara said. "I guess we should clean her up."
"Yeah." Frisk said. "Something's familiar about her though."
"Yeah.' Chara said. "I guess we'll find out why later."
"Yeah.' Frisk said. "So, should we clean her up or what?"
"I don't know." Chara said. "Maybe we should wait until she wakes up first."
"Okay." Frisk said, nodding.
The girl stirred, blinking her eyes open. Her left eye was a red iris (the colored part of the eye) with a black pupil. The other eye was blue one the sclera (the white part of the eye) with only a grey, demonic looking slit for a pupil. She looked at Frisk and Chara, who looked like blurry shapes. Once her vision cleared, she focused on them.
"Wh—" she asked, but her mouth didn't open.
"How did you do that?" Chara asked.
"D-do wh-what?" She asked, not afraid in her 'speech', but actually sounding like she was trying to speak, but didn't know how.
"Is that" Frisk asked, thinking. "Telepathy?"
"T-t-tel—" the girl asked (A/N: for her speech, just automatically assume it's telepathic—if I say she thought, then it's her thinking where only she can hear), sounding confused.
"It's talking with your mind.' Chara said.
"M-mind?" she asked. "M-my mind?"
"Yes.' Frisk said, nodding. "Your mind."
"Wh-wh-oo—" the girl asked, scanning Frisk and Chara.
"I'm Frisk." Frisk said, pointing at herself. "And, that's Chara."
"F-Fr-isk." The girl said. "Ch-Ch-ara."
"Yes.' Frisk said, smiling. "That's right. Good job."
"G-g-oo-d j-ob." The girl said, not fully understanding Frisk's words, but understanding that what she said was positive, smiling a little at the praise.
"So, kid" Chara said. "Do you want a bath? You're kinda covered in slime."
"S-sl-ime." The girl said, looking at herself.
"Yeah." Chara said, picking her up and carrying her into the hall bathroom and setting her in the tub. She turned on the water, Frisk coming in as well. The two of them began to wash her gently, getting the slime off of her body and wings. The girl felt the water, seemingly comfortable in it. She relaxed as she soaked in the water, sighing in contentment.
"You seem to be at home in there." Chara said, amused.
"H-home?" The girl said, thinking.
"Home." Frisk said. "It's where your family lives."
"F-fam-lee?" The girl said, the word unfamiliar to her.
"Family is the people that love you most." Frisk said. "The people you can always count on."
"l-love? C-coun-t o-on?" the girl asked, not understanding the words.
"I-it's a little hard to explain." Frisk said.
"E-ex-play-een." The girl said, snuggling into the bath water.
"I really can't." Frisk said. "Love is like a feeling you get when you really care about someone and don't want to lose them."
"C-air?" The girl asked, the word completely foreign to her.
"It's when you have good feelings toward someone." Frisk said. "IT's one of those things you have to experience from someone else to understand."
"S-som-wun else?" the girl asked.
"Yes." Frisk said. "Someone else who can love you."
"L-luv m-me?" the girl asked, the words unfamiliar, but the desire for it there.
"Yes.' Frisk said, nodding. "If you want, we could show you love."
"Yeah." Chara said. "You can stay here with us if you want, kid.'
"s-stay?" the girl asked.
"Sure." Chara said. "You'd be fine here."
"Yes." Frisk said, nodding. "We wouldn't mind at all. Unless your parents wish to take you back."
"P-pa-rints?" the girl asked, confused.
"Don't you know who your parents are?" Chara asked. The girl looked at her, confused.
"Your parents" Frisk said. "Are the people that care for you most."
"Pa-rints?" the girl asked, looking at Frisk and Chara.
"We could be like your parents.' Frisk said. "If you want, that is."
The girl thought to herself, nodding slowly.
"Alright then." Frisk said, smiling. "WE'll be your parents. What's your name?"
"N-name?" The girl asked.
"Yeah.' Chara said. "It's what you're called."
"E-eks-peer-m-mint- w-wun fif-tee." The girl said slowly.
"What kinda name is that?" Chara asked.
"Chara.' Frisk said, gently nudging her fiancée.
"So" she asked the girl. "Do you want us to give you a name?"
"N-name." the girl said, nodding slightly.
"Alright." Frisk said. "How about… Francesca? It's a name that needs to be put to a good use."
"You sure it won't bring up bad memories?" Chara asked, putting an arm around Frisk protectively.
"I'm sure." Frisk said, nodding. "I've put my past behind me. I'm okay with the name now."
"Besides." She added. "We beat her. We stopped her."
"Yeah." Chara said. "Using that cool thing the SOULs did.'
"Yeah." Frisk said. "But, they've passed on."
"Yeah." Chara said. "But, it's up to you to call her that."
"We could call her Fran for short." Frisk said.
"Okay." Chara said, nodding. "If you're okay with it?"
"Are you ready to get out, Fran?" Frisk asked.
The girl, Fran, thought for a second, slowly nodding. Frisk drained the water in the tub, wrapping Fran up in a towel. She picked her up, carrying her back to the couch.
Fran snuggled up in the soft towel, enjoying it. She fell asleep soon after, Frisk and Chara carrying her to the other bedroom in their house, tucking her into the bed they'd put there for whenever they had someone from home sleep over.
"So" Chara said. "What kind of clothes should we get her?"
"Maybe she'd enjoy some of our old clothes." Frisk said. "I'm sure mom has a ton still. She never could get rid of 'em. Too much sentimentality."
"Yeah." Chara said, chuckling. "You know, she kept rocks I brought her as 'presents'. She even put them in a box marked 'Chara's Presents'."
"I saw that in the attic one time.' Frisk said, giggling. "She said you said they reminded you of her."
"Yeah." Chara said, nodding. "One of 'em looked exactly like her head. I brought it in and she loved it. Azzy got one that looked like a bird and she put that one in a box for him."
"Where'd that box go?" Frisk asked.
"Still up there." Chara said. "Just gotta find it."
"So" Frisk said. "How many changes of clothes should we get her?"
"Like seven of each." Chara said. "That way she's got two weeks' worth of clothing and can choose."
"True." Frisk said. "Good idea. Something about her though.'
"Yeah.' Chara said, nodding. "But, let's worry more about getting the sweaters. I'll teleport there and grab a few."
"What if they see you?" Frisk asked. "What are you gonna say, especially to mom or your mom?"
"I'll tell 'em that I'm borrowing 'em." Chara said. "Toriel'll believe that. Plus, my mom's not gonna care much."
"Right.' Frisk said, nodding. "But, what should we do about telling them about Fran?"
"WE'll tell 'em at the next lunch meeting we have." Chara said, shrugging. "I mean, it can't be more shocking than the fact that we're getting married, can it?"
"Who knows?" Frisk said, shrugging. "Are our uniforms done yet?"
"Not sure." Chara said, the two of them heading to the washer and taking them out. They threw them in the dryer, setting it to dry them. They went into their room, crashing on the bed.
"I feel like sleeping like the dead." Chara said.
"Me too." Frisk said, giggling. "How about we just sleep like the living and take care of our guest?"
"Yeah." Chara said, chuckling. "I wonder if she'll speak in sentences. I don't care if it's through telepathy or not, but I hope she does."
"Me too. Frisk said, nodding. "It'll be a good trait to have for her."
"Yeah." Chara said, nodding. "Now, how about we sleep so we can have some hot fun later?"
"Oh, Chara.' Frisk said, blushing. "You sure know how to get me ready."
"Yep." Chara said, grinning as she kissed her fiancée. She got under the covers, Frisk getting under with her. Chara pulled them up to their necks, Frisk snuggling up to Chara.
Chara wrapped her arms around Frisk, kissing her forehead. Frisk smiled, sighing in contentment. She put her arms around Chara, the two of them holding each other close as they fell asleep.
The next morning
Frisk woke up, yawning. She looked next to her, noticing Chara wasn't next to her. She looked at the clock, realizing it was after ten o clock. She stretched, getting out of bed.
She walked into the kitchen to see Chara cooking something on the stove. Fran was also sitting at the table, dressed in one of Frisk's old sweaters. She also had on a pair of green pants Chara'd found. She was eating a bowl of chocolate cereal, Chara having taught her how. She was staring at it, curious of how the milk and cereal moved. She enjoyed the taste, smiling as she ate.
"Morning.' Frisk said, sitting down.
"Morning.' Chara said. "Kid loves cereal. Fast learner too. 'Saying' lots more than earlier."
"C-cereal." Fran said telepathically.
"Careful" Frisk said, chuckling. "You'll turn out like Chara if you eat chocolate like that."
"Ch-Chara." Fran said, eating more cereal.
"I made you something you love." Chara said to Frisk, grinning.
"Is it you?" Frisk asked, grinning slightly.
"Yeah." Chara said. "But, that's for later. For breakfast, I made your favorite."
"But, you're my favorite.' Frisk said, walking over to Chara, standing on her tiptoes and draping her arms over Chara's shoulders (Frisk is about five inches shorter than Chara).
"I know." Chara said, kissing Frisk, reaching over and stroking her face. Frisk smiled as Fran looked curiously at them, tilting her head.
"So" Chara said, grinning. "How about later, you and me go have a little fun?"
"Sounds perfect." Frisk said, kissing Chara's neck, nibbling on it slightly. Chara put an arm around Chara, kissing her cheek.
"Your food's almost done." Chara said, stroking her face.
"I can't wait." Frisk said, smiling.
"F-food?" Fran asked, looking over.
"Bacon and eggs." Chara said. "Frisk loves it. You want some?"
Fran nodded slightly, indicating that she wanted some. Chara got out three plates, divvying the bacon and eggs among the three of them. They ate, Fran smiling and licking her lips at how good she found them.
"Are they good?" Frisk asked.
Fran nodded, pushing her plate over to Chara, who chuckled, giving her some more.
Fran ate this happily, smiling at them.
"P-parents." She said, smiling.
Frisk and Chara smiled back, hugging her. She didn't know how to react to the hug, simply accepting it, enjoying the positive feeling it gave her.
"So, kid." Chara asked. "Want some ice cream? We got some in the freezer."
Fran thought for a minute, nodding slowly.
"Cool." Chara said, getting her some, as well as her and Frisk. Fran licked her cone, flinching a little at the cold. Chara chuckled.
"It's alright." She said. "It's supposed to be that way."
Fran nodded, trying it again. After about thirty seconds, she had finished the entire ice cream cone.
She smiled at Chara, her face a sticky mess.
"You need another bath, kid." Chara said, chuckling.
Fran put her arms around Chara, hugging her like they'd just done. Frisk joined in and they all hugged each other, Frisk and Chara laughing and Fran smiling.
Aww. So feelzy. Well, I wonder how this'll turn out. Find out soon.