Chapter Nine: Killer Part One: Wedding Day
Frisk sat in her chamber, her knees pulled up to her chest. She shook with worry and nervousness.
"Why am I so worried?" she thought. "It's my wedding day. Oh, wait, that's why."
"You okay in there?" came the voice of Khara from the other side of the door.
"Y-yeah." Frisk said, though she didn't sound very sure.
"You worried?" Khara asked. "Can I come in?"
"Y-yes." Frisk said, nodding. Khara opened the door, standing there.
"Jitters?" Khara asked.
"Yeah.' Frisk said, nodding. "I-I don't know. What if Chara and I aren't compatible like that?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Khara asked. "You're perfectly compatible. Why would you think that?"
"I-I don't know." Frisk said. "What if this is a mistake? What if we're not ready?"
"You're plenty ready.' Khara said. "You already live together separate from us. I mean, it'd be no different from each other. A wedding isn't for you to see if you're compatible. It's for you to say before God and man that you'll spend the rest of your lives together because you're compatible. Dating is to see if you're compatible. Trust me, I found out the same thing when Chara's father and I got married. Chara had her own doubts."
"Really?" Frisk asked, surprised.
"Yeah." Khara said, remembering.
Flashback—last night
"Chara, my child." Toriel asked. "What is bothering you?"
"I" Chara said, her tone betraying that she was scared. "I don't know if this will work."
"What?!" Both Toriel and Khara gasped. "What are you saying?"
"I pledge my heart and SOUL to her.' Chara said. "But, what if I can't protect her? What if I'm not good enough?"
"Chara." Khara said, patting her daughter on the head, hugging her. "There's no one she'd rather be with. She feels warm and safe around you."
"You told her you'd be with her forever, protect her." Toriel said. "Chara, my child, she's in love with you. She agreed to marry you, you know that.'
"Thanks." Chara said, nodding. "That means a lot. You guys are the best"
Present time
"S-so" Frisk asked. "You think this will work?"
"Of course." Khara said. "I couldn't let my daughter marry anyone better because there is no one better."
"Th-thanks." Frisk said, taking a deep breath. "Let's go get married."
"Alright.' Khara said, walking back to her post.
In the sanctuary
Khara returned to her post, standing next to Chara as her best woman. Chara looked back and she nodded. Chara smiled, grinning even.
Chara was wearing a tux with a red rose as her corsage. She didn't wear gloves because she said they'd be like water balloons when the wedding was over. Her winge were sheathed under her tux. Her hair was unaltered, her preferring it to be long and unpinned (to help hide the blush XP). Her red slitted eyes shone with a feeling Chara'd only ever felt three times: pure unadulterated happiness. She'd felt it when Frisk had accepted her asking her to be her girlfriend, when Frisk had kissed her for the first time, and when Frisk had accepted her proposal.
The music began to play as everyone stood to watch Frisk walk in, escorted by Asgore.
Frisk was dressed in a beautiful white dress that touched the ground almost. It wasn't as frilly as a typical wedding dress, but it was beautiful nonetheless. Her arms were bare as well as her shoulders. In her hand was a beautiful bouquet of white roses. Her wings, like Chara's, were sheathed under her dress. She had a small tiara that simply went around her forehead and was mostly hidden by her hair. Her silvery blue eyes were shimmering, happiness shining in them as well.
As Asgore led Frisk up to the altar, it was made apparent that all four parents shed a tear of happiness. Chara grinned at her bride to be, Frisk smiling back.
"You know" Khara jokingly whispered to her. "Since you've already had sex, it'll not be as fun on the honeymoon."
"Oh, it will." Chara whispered back, grinning. "We decided to hold off getting freaky until we got married. It'll be something fun. On an unrelated note, you got my card?"
"Of course." Khara whispered.
"I must say before we begin." The minister said, chuckling. "When I heard a demon would be getting married in my church, I was a little shocked. When I heard she was marrying an angel, I was even more shocked."
"I have that effect on people." Chara said, grinning.
"Well, then.' The minster said, nodding. "Let's begin."
"Dearly beloved." He said to everyone. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Chara Darkspawn and Francesca Dreemurr in holy matrimony. If there be anyone who believes these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace."
No one spoke up, though if anyone did have any reason, they were too scared of Chara's wrath to say what it was.
"Now.' The minister said. "Who here gives Miss Dreemurr away?"
"That would be us." Asgore said, him and Tori standing behind Frisk, smiling.
"And, who gives Miss Darkspawn away?" the minister asked.
"Us." Grey and Khara said, standing behind Chara, squeezing each other's hands.
"Very well then." He said. "Now, Miss Darkspawn, do you have your vows?"
"Yes.' Chara said, taking Frisk's hands in her own.
"Frisk." She began, taking a deep breath as she planned to reveal some… unpleasant things. "I was born to a good home with loving parents. When they died, I was found by other loving parents. Once I died, I lost the humanity I had, becoming the murdering psychopath that only a few people remember. But, there was one thing that pulled me back into the light; one thing that gave me the closure and brought me to my own humanity. The one thing that showed me not all humans are fucking hateful pieces of shit (no offense, minister). Frisk, that one thing was you. You healed the darkness in me. You gave me something… someone to care about again. You were always there for me, just as I tried to be there for you. When we lost our memories, it became clear to me that you were the most important thing to me. Our first kiss was like electric fireworks. You still took me, psychopathy and all. When we almost died, I thought that I would lose you forever. I promise you, Frisk, I will always be there for you."
Frisk was about to cry, but composed herself.
"Miss Dreemurr?" the minister asked. "Do you have your vows?"
"Yes." Frisk said, nodding. "Chara, I came from an abusive mother who couldn't give a single care about my wellbeing as well as her immediate subordinate who aided her in doing things to me I will never say save in private quarters. I ran to the Underground and found you. You guided me and protected me from danger. You kept doing it even after we left. When my mother kidnapped me, you went after me and beat her into dust. You rescued me from my own demons and saved me from my mother. I've never been happier or safer with anyone else. I'm always warm and safe in your arms, whether we're in bed, in the bathtub, or even at a meal when you put an arm around me. I always want to be with you, Chara, no matter what."
"Miss Dreemurr." The minister said, looking at Frisk. "Do you take Chara to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?"
"I do." Frisk said, nodding, DETERMINATION in her eyes.
"Miss Darkspawn." The minister said, looking at Chara. "Do you take Frisk to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?"
"Yes." Chara said, giving Frisk's hand a little squeeze.
"Do you have the rings?" The minister asked.
Fran brought the rings, shyly walking back to sit down with Muffet, who pat her on the head. Fran had taken a special liking to the spider woman, hugging her.
"Thank you." The minister said, Frisk and Chara putting their rings on each other's hands. "Now, Miss Dreemurr and Miss Darkspawn, I pronounce you wives. You may now kiss."
Frisk practically tackled Chara as she kissed her, Chara easily reciprocating. Chara then felt Frisk's hand creep up her tux.
"Oh, Frisk, you naughty thing.' Chara said, grinning, Khara sighing and rolling her eyes. "I'll have to punish you for being so naughty."
"As you wish, mistress." Frisk said, a sly smile on her lips. The minister was a little shocked at the speech, but composed it well.
"So" Khara said. "Now you two can go and have your super kinky stuff. But, don't do it here."
"And if you do it here—" Rachaya said, but was cut off by Khara punching her in the head.
Frisk was then picked up by Chara, who flexed her wings, them bursting through her tux, revealing her demon jumpsuit underneath. She flew off back to their house, carrying Frisk back to their bedroom.
"Now." She said, placing Frisk down on their bed. "IT's time for us to be united as a couple."
Frisk blushed at the double meaning as Chara kissed her passionately. She took off her dress as she and Chara began to re-stain their bedroom. They were now married, loving each other all the more. Afterwards, they fell asleep, holding each other close.
Aawww. Such feelz. I hope it goes well.
I couldn't force more words out. Sorry this one is shorter.
So, this chapter is the first in a larger arc. It's sort of like the Angel and Demon arc from the original Underschool in that it will probably end the story (and may end up being half of its total length XD). Though, the reason it's called Killer is known to me alone.