A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to warn you I may/may not update as often as I usually do (which is not terribly often, but you know what I mean) because my computer is being stupid and having some technical difficulties and is being loud and I can't think and yadda yadda yadda, so I'm using my dad's computer… which only has Microsoft Word… when I'm used to Open Office… yay? So, in conclusion, please cut me some slack for awhile.

"Geeeeeeeeet dunked on!" Chara died for the Umpteenth time. He had lost track of how many times a very certain smiley trash-bag had murdered him, and, since he never tried before and was so irritated, he just wanted to end the fight, even if it meant sparing him.

Worst mistake ever.

"Sans! Stop killing me!" He exclaimed out loud.

"nah. it's much too fun," The short skeleton replied. He was lying on the couch, Chara sitting not too far from his feet. Frisk was in the kitchen, which was close enough to the living room to hear every word the two shared, assisting Papyrus in making an edible dish of spaghetti.

"Do you know what we could do?" The girl offered, walking into the room to sit on the other side of Chara.

"Not fanfictions?" He groaned, leaning back pathetically.

"Exactly that! Congrats, Chara! Here's a cookie!" She produced a chocolate chip cookie out of virtually nowhere.

"Make it chocolate chunk," he grumbled. "then we can talk."

"It is," she replied cheerfully, pushing it towards him. He snatched it away and, finding it was exactly what he asked for, began gnawing on it like a squirrel eating a nut.

"Fine," he grumbled through a mouthful of cookie. "Show us what the magnificent Frisk has to offer this time."

"Well, you might like them," she giggled.

"And why's that?"

"Both of them got our genders right!" She cheered gleefully.

She walked through the foyer and carefully opened one of the large doors. "Hello?"

At first, Frisk thought that the visitor was a digging monster of some kind despite his human shape. His young face, similar in color and complexion to hers, was overlaid with a strange aspect Frisk couldn't put her finger on. He was roughly Frisk's size, wearing a green and yellow parka too big for him, the sleeves ripped and the wrists, his hands caked in dirt. His jeans were similarly oversized and ragged at the ankles, his boots bent out of shape- even the steel toes were severely warped and dented, the steel shining thought beneath the filth. And then Frisk saw the scabbarded knife at his hip and the heart-shaped locket at his neck. Startled, she grasped and took a large step back just as he quietly said, "Hi, Frisk."

"Ooh! Is that me? I hope that's me!" Chara said happily, all anger forgotten.

"That voice -"Asriel started, launching himself out of his chair and flying towards the door. One glimpse was all it took: "Chara?!"

"Yeeeeeeeesssss!"

The reaction was instant. Nearly everyone else rushed to the foyer, jostling for space, dropping forks and toppling chairs. Sans' left eye was glowing a brilliant shade of cyan. Asmodeus was fumbling in his pocket for his phone. Gaster was on the ceiling and his hands were out, all of them, floating around him in a random, threatening pattern next to four ready gasterblasters. Even Papyrus' grin had turned nasty. Victoria, seeing everyone else's reactions, sat frozen in place, her hands alight. Only Toriel and Asgore remained calm.

"Man, it doesn't seem like they like me very much," Chara observed.

"Well, that was a later chapter," Frisk explained. "Aaaaaaaaaaand you were kind of the main bad guy just about the whole time. And by the way, your name is Charles."

"It is?" He wondered aloud.

"Apparently."

He laughed a bit half-heartedly. "My name is Charles Darkspawn," he snickered. "What a name created by fanfiction writers!"

"So, on to the other one?"

"No," he said decisively.

"What about for a Chara-snack?" She asked, holding out another cookie which he promptly snatched and chewed on it without biting any piece off, making loud gnawing sounds. "That's settled. On to the next one!"

"Augh… god, what did I do… y-yesterday?"

Chara groaned and turned away from the sunlight hitting his face. His stomach and head were killing him, he was somehow wearing Papyrus's birthday crown, his shirt was mysteriously gone, and everything was so obnoxiously loud. He put a hand to his temple in order to mentally review what happened yesterday: the reunion, the party, the cake that descended from the gods, Sans' dare…

…

Sans' dare.

"heh, hey kiddo. i bet ya can't eat that last half a' cake in under twenty minutes."

"Even with half gone I couldn't finish this in an hour."

He shrugged, chuckling. "… bawk."

…

"What was that, you smiling pile of trash?"

"what? i didn't say anythi- bawk bawk. whoops, 'scuse me pal, didn't mean to bawk bawk baaaawk."

Chara idly remembered indescribable rage filling his entire body, DETERMINATION clouding his mind.

"WHY YOU LITTLE- BRING IT ON. I'LL DUNK YOU SO HARD THAT YOU'LL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS THE SINGLE SKELETON WHO DID WORSE THAN A QUADRUPLE AMPUTEE ON THE COURT!"

"well, i'm no sherlock bones but i don't think-"

"SHADDUP SANS I'M READING!" Frisk and Chara hissed simultaneously.

Sans gave a grating chuckle. "guess i musta bawked up the wrong tree, huh?"

His last memory was sticking both hands firmly into the cake's sides, expression grim.

"Man, I wish I could've seen that!" Frisk smiled. "That would've been fun."

"naw, don't stop now, kid. it's getting' pretty gouda."

"W-was that a cheese pun? For CRYING OUT LOUD SANS CHEESE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH-" Chara stopped, mid-outburst when the skeleton busted out a can of spray cheese.

"although it did seem a little cheesy, i thought it was pretty grate."

"Sans, Sans stop, cheese has nothing to do with this!" Frisk urged.

"you may say i have an addition to cheese puns," he went on. "it's only mild though."

"I WILL HAT E CHEESE FOREVER NOW!"

"how dairy!?"

"Sans! I'm serious! Stop or I will call Undyne!"

"oh, undyne? heh, she can put up one halibut fight, can't she?"

"Sans! Please don't! Not again!"

"though i guess she cod do better."

"Sans I hate your sense of humor!"

He chuckled. "and this is why i trout you buoys and gils would mak-o it as a codmedian."

Chara audibly groaned.

"Whale then, Chara," Frisk joined in. "You seariously don't look like you're having

much pun. If you can do better, let minnow, you krill-joy."

"This can't be happening," he growled.

"Chara if I give you another cookie will you stop being mean?"

"Yes," he grumbled as Frisk handed him another chocolate chunk cookie to gnaw on. "This is my curse," he whispered, too quietly for them to hear. "This is what I get for coming back with Asri, isn't it? Can I be a flower again?"

A/N: Fanfiction #1: Inseperable by: UnderAnon

Fanfiction #2: Bonetrousle by: Beanus