If one were looking for a fine dining with a sophisticated an nuanced experience, then Grillby's was NOT the place to go to, however if what you looking for some good grub, a place to relax, and some friends to play poker with, then Grillby's was about as good a place as anywhere. Lucky for Chara Sans was a regular and any friend of Sans was a friend to anyone in Grillby's
CRACK
Chara fell flat on her face as a wave of nausea hit her. If one could describe what teleporting felt like, it could only be described as feeling like one's body was getting spilt into a million tiny pieces. Chara couldn't help but wonder if this was how a monster felt when it was about to die. Considering the state she was already in it probably was best not to think about such things.
"You ok kid?" Sans asked as he looked to see the fallen human.
Chara slowly nodded. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."
Sans chuckled and proceeded to pull out chairs for the both of them.
"You look like you could use a Shake
He then proceeded to call out the man, or in this case the flame, behind the counter
Oye Grillby!"
The flame turned around.
"Sans, never thought I'd see ya here this late mate. The usual I take it?
"You know it mate and a couple of shakes please."
Chara couldn't help but blush a bit. Still she gave him a cold blank stare. Almost like she was observing him. Sans Nervously chuckled as he tugged at his shirt collar.
"You're afraid of me aren't you?
"Heh, is it that obvious?"
"Do you think you're the only one that can read facial expressions or body language?
"Hey cut me some slack kid. I mean you got to admit we don't exactly have the best history together."
Grillby proceeded to hand them a couple of large chocolate shakes.
"Then why are you being so nice to me, after all I did to you?"
Sans smirked. "I guess I'm a curious bag of bones."
"Curious about what?"
"about who you are, or I guess I should say what you are."
"I killed your brother."
"You also saved my brother remember?"
"Huh?"
"It was when during my little scuffle with Undyne. I accidently blasted Paps into oblivion, and you reset the moments. Course Technically you were Frisk when you did it."
Chara chuckled "Yeah I do remember that now. But…but there is more to that isn't it?'
Sans closed his eyes. "Heh alright kid you got me."
He then proceeded to get the locket and the letter from his pocket. He then held the locket in front of Chara.
"You remember this thing kiddo?"
Chara didn't say anything, but the changes in her facial expression told things for her as she reached out for it.
"Yeah you do."
"Where did you get this?"
"Toriel gave it to me."
She opened up the locket. Tears came down her face as she smiled and held it close to her.
"Thank you." She whispered
"That look…that look on your face, that's the look of someone who would go to Hell and back for their brother. It's the same look I give to Papyrus when I wake up every day. "
Sans then reached for the letter. "she also gave me this."
Chara grabbed the letter and proceeded to read it to herself.
"I got to admit kid. It takes a lot of guts to what you did. Though to be honest, I can't figure out if you're incredibly brave, or just an incredible numbskull."
Chara just smirked and shook her head. "I guess our plan failed huh? I mean if it had worked we'd be up on the surface talking and not here in the underground"
"Oh it failed alright, Mis-ra-bly ."
"and Asriel…he's…"
Sans frowned. "Yeah…sorry kid.
Chara let out a frustrated grunt "How could I have been so stupid."
Sans was a bit surprised "Wow hey kid I didn't mean it. You were just trying to help in a way that would get as few people hurt as possible."
"But it didn't work did it? Now Asriel is gone."
Sans was silent for a minute before changing the subject.
"So kid, if you don't mind me asking and I know I should have done this sooner , but who or what are you? I mean are you Frisk, are you Chara?
"I…I don't know. both maybe."
"Alright guess that means I get to call you Friskara."
Chara couldn't help but giggle a bit. "If it tickles your funny bone, sure you can call me that."
"Great it's a good place to start as any." Sans said as he guzzled down a bottle of Ketchup that Grillby had put on the table.
"So Friskara, how did you end up here in the underground a 2nd time?
"Oh, um. You see my parents and I take a trip to Ireland every spring break and hike up the mountain trails I thought it would br vool to see if I could get to the top, I was able to do so but then I fell."
the young girl let out a sigh. "And now I'll probably never see my family again.
"Hey kid. Time and space tends to be inconstant between the surface world and the barrier. Yeah maybe years will have passed by the time you get up back. that's always a risk, but maybe by the time you get back only a few minutes will have passed and your parents will hardly know that you were gone. Just have hope kid.
Chara leaned forward and gave him a hug. "Thanks Sans."
"Don't mention it kid."
The Skeleton found himself in deep thought.
I don't get it kid. Between what I read from that letter and talking to you know, Chara really doesn't seem that much different from Frisk. I mean yeah she's got more combat experience but I mean no kid Sherlock she trained with mom all her life But if Frisk and Chara aren't really that different from each other…
Flashbacks of the judgment hall came back to him.
What's causing her to go from Pasifrisk to genocidal megalomaniac?
Sans thoughts were interrupted when he notice Chara starting to breath real heavy. Her face became as pale as a ghost.
"Wow kid, are you alright?"
What he dindin't realize was that for a good solid minute, Chara no longer sa the smiling Comic Sans, but a shadowy Sans with a vengeful scowl and a glowing blue eye. Flashbacks came to her.
You got the look of someone that's died three times. The ghostly Sans said in a feral growl.
She let out a gasp falling backwards onto the hard floor. "No wait." she begged.
"Hey Chara it's ok I'm not hurt you."
You dirty brother killer.
Chara grabbed a knife from a table pointing it at Sans as she backed away.
"No, Stay Back."
Sans found himself indistinctly doing so.
"Wow kid. There's no need to do anything hasty. Just put the knife down and we can talk this out."
Something told Sans that getting answers from this rabbit hole meant that both he and Chara were in for a very bad time.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter sucks. I've been typing all week, I'm exhausted and I really don't want to do another 4000+ word chapter. And don't ask why I gave Grillby an Australian accent that's just what came to my head. Feedback is appreciated as always. Happy Presidents Day.