Chara hadn't tasted chocolate since they'd fallen into the underground about 7 years ago. Sure, monsters had their own version of chocolate, but if there was one thing the humans did right, it was chocolate. Chara couldn't believe this human, as strange as they already appeared to be, would willingly give out chocolate. And this human was really strange, for a number of reasons really, giving out free chocolate not even scratching the surface. First off, they looked remarkably similar to themselves, except a darker skin tone and being shorter. A lot shorter. Part of Chara wondered if the medic was any older than ten. The fact that they kept their eyes closed the entire conversation, but appeared to be able to see them was just plain creepy. To top it all off, they appeared to be sympathetic to the monster cause and didn't seem to mind Chara's red eyes, which (back when they were living with humans) had always just been an excuse for other children and adults to call them a demon.

Chara took a bite of the chocolate bar, savoring the flavor. Chocolate was definitely a sign that there was some kind of higher power. The other human, Frisk, watched, er, faced her. Keeping their eyes closed all the time was seriously starting to freak Chara out. Come on, who does that?

"So, we could begin by how exactly you got into the monster's domain, because as far as I know there was a whole barrier thing surrounding them," Frisk suggested and Chara sighed, swallowing a mouthful of chocolate.

"The barrier was made to keep the monsters in, not to keep humans out, but once you entered the barrier you couldn't leave. It takes the power of seven human souls to break the barrier, honestly I'm not sure how you humans did it. You guys haven't used soul magic in nearly two thousand years," Chara explained, and Frisk frowned, knitting their brows.

"Soul magic?" they asked and Chara rolled their eyes.

"Not important, look the point is that getting into the underground wasn't that hard, I just fell down a hole while I was hiking,"

"You were hiking on Mount Ebbott?" Frisk questioned. Chara shrugged.

"Well, what can I say, I'm a risk taker, and It's not like I was there alone," lie "I was there with some friends on a dare. I just fell," LIE. This was entirely a lie, but Chara wasn't about to tell a complete stranger their life story and problems with their blood relatives. Frisk didn't appear convinced, but didn't press.

"Okay then, so what happened after you fell in?" they asked and Chara swallowed another mouthful of their chocolate bar.

"Well, I did what any 9 year old would do. I screamed for help and said plenty of words my mother would be proud of," Chara muttered sarcastically, and a soft noise came from their companion. It took Chara a moment to realize it was a laugh, the noise was so pure and innocent that Chara resisted the urge to wrap their arms protectively around the other human. No creature they'd ever met, human, monster, or other, laughed with a noise so innocent and pure.

"Not what I meant," Frisk muttered softly, and Chara noticed they were staring instead of replying.

"Yeah, yeah, well that's when my brother found me. Not biological, obviously, but he found me after I fell and took me to his parents. They took me in and showed me more love and cared for me more than anyone I'd ever met." Chara finished, but apparently Frisk was curious, and liked to push the soldier's buttons.

"What were their names?" Frisk asked and Chara glared at them silently.

"None of your concern," they hissed, and Frisk fixed them with their most patient smile, and Chara sighed. "My mom's name is Toriel, my dad's is Asgore, and my brother's…" Chara paused for a moment, swallowing something that tasted foul on the back of their throat, "Asriel."

"Asriel? You mentioned that name earlier. Said something about me reminding you of him," Frisk continued. Chara wondered if the kid could feel the waves of hostility rolling off of them, or if they somehow were oblivious. What if they were doing this on purpose to get Chara riled up? Chara studied the child again. They had a halo of brown curls that was similar to their own, but looked softer and was a darker shade. Their face seemed softer and more kindly. The kid didn't look like they were a spy, but Chara had learned a long time ago that looks could be deceiving.

"You and Asriel had the same nosy complex about budding into my business," she grumbled, and the smile on Frisk's face faded a bit. Some part of Chara immediately went into panic mode. They weren't sure why, they barely knew this Human, and yet here they were trying to keep up a friendly conversation with them. "Also, you both were unnaturally kind to me for no apparent reason." Frisk perked up a little at that.

"I'm not nice for no reason, I'm nice because I like it when other people are happy," Frisk interjected and Chara chuckled drily.

"Good luck with that, Kid, I'm not a happy person," Chara's voice cracked with hidden emotion, Frisk didn't seem to notice.

"Don't call me kid, I'm nearly 16," Frisk complained, and Chara laughed for real.

"Nearly 16? Oh my bad, you old lady, how dare I call you kid. I must always respect my elders," they replied sarcastically. Frisk glared, or Chara imagined you could call it a glare, their eyes were closed so it was a bit harder to read their expression.

"Oh come on, you're probably not much older," they grumbled, and Chara nodded.

"You're right, but at least I'm already 16. Seriously, I know why I'm in this war, but what are the humans doing drafting a 15 year-old?" they asked and Frisk stared at their shoes.

"Actually I was 14 when I was drafter," they murmured quietly, and Chara burst into a roar of laughter.

"14? Wow, you guys must've been really desperate for soldiers!" They choked out after their laughter had died down. Frisk wasn't laughing though, they looked… sad.

"Chara, there are children much younger than me forced to fight and die in this war just because they're parents are bigoted and unaccepting of the Monsters," they said seriously, and Chara felt a slight tinge of guilt, but the kid needed to understand one thing.

"Look Frisk, there's one thing you need to understand about me," Chara began, and leaned their face uncomfortably close to the younger teen's. They wanted the kid to feel their breath on their skin. "I don't care about the humans as a species, you, as an individual have peeked my interest, but that does not change my opinion on the bunch. All humans are terrible, killing machines. Even the young ones." Frisk didn't even flinch.

"That includes you too, Chara." Frisk reminded them, and Chara smiled in that unnaturally creepy way of theirs, lips stretching too far to be humanly possible, and eyes widening to the size of dinner plates.

"Now you're getting it," they hissed.