This Fanfiction is going to get pretty intense from now on! PLEASE, if you are triggered by mentions/implications/etc of self harm or suicide, please stop reading!
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Chara looks to the doorway. Asriel stood there, glaring at Chara.
"You really don't get it, do you?Asriel pushes in front of Sans. "It's not even as much that you broke a promise. But because you decided the best way to go about this was to kill him. Really? I put a lot of trust in you. I thought you changed..that You weren't a bloodthirsty demon anymore. I guess...I guess I'm just too hopeful."
Asriel shakes his head and walks away. Chara covers their mouth with their hand and sobs. Sans sighs.
"..I...I'll give you time, I guess..." Sans walks out and shuts the door behind him.
Chara decided to sleep on the couch that night. They couldn't bear seeing Asriel. Frisk had gone out to an important ambassador meeting and wouldn't be home until late. Despite their protests, Sans begrudgingly helped Chara clean the stains from their face and hands. Now they were lying on the couch, covered in one, thin blanket and supported by a single flimsy pillow. Chara knew they wouldn't sleep, though. No way in hell. Every single self-destructive and horrible thought they had ever had was coming at them at once. They hated it. Chara scowls. They felt like this couch was...too comfortable for the position they were in. They felt awful, and they were an awful person. Why would they deserve any sort of comfort? Chara huffs. They throw the pillow on the ground next to them. Chara slides down into rhe floor. They put their head on their pillow and put the blanket over them.
"Just like the good old days.." Chara whispers through gritted teeth. They had always slept on the floor when living on the surface with their biological parents. They shut their eyes. They would at least pretend to sleep. Chara lays like that for at least two hours before they hear the front door open and close. Frisk was home. They groan in exhaustion. Frisk starts to walk upstairs, but then notices Chara.
"..Chara..?" Frisk frowns and walks over to them. "Why are you on the floor? What's going on? Stop pretending to sleep, I know you're awake."
Chara sighs and sits up. They look down. "...I...Something happened with Asriel and I. I...I was..." Chara pauses for a long moment. "I was planning to kill Danny..after promising not to...a-and...he found out..and now he hates me!" Chara buries their face in their hands, trying not to cry again.
Frisk sighs and sits next to them. They put their arm across Chara's shoulders. "Hey..Hey...calm down..breathe. I assume you already got chewed out for trying to kill him. I won't do that. I'm sure Asriel doesn't hate you, but this stuff takes time. He'll calm down eventually. You just gotta give him time."
Chara sniffles. "You don't understand...! H..He was explaining i-it to Sans...I..I listened in..apparently this...this was j-Just the last straw for him! No wonder I thought he didn't hate me after all that bad stuff I did...he was just giving me more chances...and I pushed him p..past his limit..." Chara sobs into their hands.
Frisk pulls Chara into a tight hug and whispers in their ear. "Hey...Hey..it'll be okay. Everyone gets angry sometimes...Asriel may have a right to be upset, but he can't stay mad forever. You're his best friend. He's bound to forgive you eventually. And if he doesn't...you still have me. And Mom.."
"No..but I..I.." Chara sobs again. "I know..! It's just..A...A-Asriel was..my best friend..my brother..and now he hates me. Even if he does forgive me..I..I can't live with myself. I was just barely getting by before.."
Frisk sighs. "Chara...if he really doesnt forgive you I..I promise..I'll be here for you. If no one else will I'll care for you. You're not alone, Chara...and I..I know things are hard right now and I wish they could stop. But..I understand that you're upset. I might not know exactly how you feel, but I'm here, okay..?" Frisk smiles at them.
Chara stares at Frisk for a moment, tears welling in their eyes. They hug Frisk tightly and cry into their shoulder. Frisk sighs. They stand up. Chara wraps their legs around Frisk's waist and their arms around their neck, like a child. Frisk flops back on the couch. They pull the blanket over the both of them. Frisk runs their fingers through Chara's hair. Chara sobs into Frisk's shoulder.
"Shhh.." Frisk rubs Chara's back. Chara hugs Frisk tighter. Frisk's embrace made them feel just a little better. It reminded them that there was at least one person that still cared for them.
All night, Chara listened to Frisk's soft breathing, and felt the rising and falling of their chest. Chara couldn't sleep, but Frisk at least calmed them down. Not even their kiss had done this to Chara. That night was when they truly realized that they were in love with Frisk. They were so perfect. No matter what Chara did, Frisk loved them just the same. Chara couldn't understand, but they didn't need to. Chara loved them, and that's what mattered. Chara had no idea what they did to deserve someone like Frisk. They might never know, but someone loved them. That was enough.
The next morning, Frisk wakes up to Chara happily "sleeping" on top of them. Frisk smiles at them, shifting slightly to wake them up. Chara moans a little and opens their eyes.
"Did you sleep well?" Frisk asks. "Or at all?"
Chara nods. "I slept fine. How about you?"
"I slept well," Frisk smiles. "You're surprisingly light."
Chara laughs softly. "Heh..yeah."
Chara stands up. Frisk sits up and stretches. They stand up next to Chara, then walk into the kitchen to make breakfast.
"We have some time. Want me to make you anything to eat?"
