Frisk x Chara

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Simple Frisk x Chara story. Both are female. Mentions of violence, bullying, swearing, and drugs. Will be another one out soon with a plot similar to this. Established relationship.

Frisk gasped out as they felt her books torn from her hands by a tall, lanky figure known to the world as Chris, that seemed to sneer with every single one of their looks that had ever been cast at her.

"Let's see, ah! Science project." From one of the pages, a neatly made poster depicting images of viruses attacking cells. "Hope you like getting an 'F', bitch, 'cause this is mine, now," He grinned heartlessly and shoved Frisk against the wall.

Frisk knew better than to fight back; she was far too… little. Too weak, too small, and much too innocent to ever try to hurt anyone. Tears welled in her eyes and she bit her lip as a desperate attempt not to beg her bully to give her the assignment back. She knew that someone would come, and act as her savior. But she felt with all of her heart that things would be much better off, much less violent if that savior didn't arrive. She knew who it would be...

A new shadow appeared at the end of the hallway as Chris began to walk away. The figure of whom the shadow belonged to began to walk towards them, moving with a certain deadly swagger. Like they knew that they were far more dangerous than most adults locked away in maximum security prisons.

"I'd suggest you'd give that back." Chara spoke without even a glimmer of anger in her voice. "And apologize to Frisk for pushing her."

Frisk's attacker whipped around, surprised. "Another bitch-ass slut? Ha! As if you could hurt me, you pussy!" He continued walking, not unnerved by this.

Frisk could see Chara's head lower slightly, and it appeared as if a shadow went out of its way to be dramatic and shade her face in such a menacing manner it would have frightened anyone. "Ch-chara, no…" the smaller brunette choked out, trying not to cry and holding her science book to her chest. "Don't…"

Without so much as a glance towards her, Chara grinned while Chris reached out to push open one of the double doors leading to another hallway. She glitched out of existence for a moment, a sadistic cackling filling the corridors and she appeared again, in front of Chris.

"What the fuck?! How'd you get there?!"

"I'm not one to repeat myself very often. Give Frisk her stuff back and apologize," Chara, although outmatched by height, widened her stance, unafraid.

"Or else what? I'm not giving Frisk her shit back," Chris scoffed, obviously not anticipating this thin, short teenager, about two grades beneath him to be able to best him. "Get out of my way."

"Well, to answer your demand, which was quite rude, I might add, I will not. And to answer your question? This."

Chara was suddenly at Chris's throat, eyes as red as the blood she was eager to draw. Before her victim could react, she drew a pencil from her pocket and drove it like a stake into one of his eyes, eliciting an agonized scream.

Frisk's assignment fell to the floor and Chara leaned down to get it as if this whole thing was no big deal. She slid it away as Chris slid to his knees, clutching at his eye desperately.

Chara kicked him in the chest, effectively knocking him down and putting one of her feet on his throat. Her hands were casually in her pockets. She put more and more force bearing down on her victim's neck, until he was choking and turning blue.

"That is your warning. If you tell anyone this was my doing, I will kill all of your family before your eyes before I slaughter you, as well. As far as everyone will know, this was an attempted suicide."

Chara picked up the paper, smiling, proud that she had retrieved it without a single crease or bloodstain on it. As a reward for herself, she rummaged through Chris's pockets, pleased when she found an unopened pack of cigarettes. She pocketed it. Suddenly, she realized something.

Frisk.

Frisk was standing in the exact spot she had been as her book had been stolen, tears streaking down her face. She had been screaming for this all to stop, but it went unnoticed by Chara in her sadistic frenzy.

"Frisk, I- I didn't know you didn't leave…" Frisk didn't look up, afraid that they'd accidentally look at Chris, crumpled and bleeding on the floor. "...do you need to go outside?"

She nodded, still looking down and biting her lip to muffle sobs.

Chara stepped over her victim and took Frisk's hand, leading her around his body and taking her into the courtyard. Frisk fell against her, dropping the book and no longer taking the care to muffle her sobs.

"Aw, it's okay, Frisk."

"N-no it's n-not! I h-hate it when y-you do things like that! Y-you promised you'd s-stop! You p-promised!"

"I was protecting you." Chara sat down on a stone step, gently picking up her companion and setting her in her lap.

"I l-love you s-so m-much but that w-wasn't you… I know y-you're not a bad person, I know y-you just w-wanted to protect m-me, but… you're better than that…" Frisk buried her face into Chara's shoulder, trembling. "O-one day y-you'll get c-caught and b-be put in prison… o-or you'll get h-hurt, and I d-don't w-want to see anyone hurt, or-... a-and I'm a-afraid that one day you'll hurt me, too…"

Chara's embrace tightened slightly. "I love you too much to ever hurt you. In the -how long has it been?- two years we've been together I've only protected you. I'll never, ever do anything to bring you harm. I'd rather die."

Frisk looked up, the whites of her brown eyes reddened from her crying. "You're m-missing the point… w-what if one day they take you away…? W-what if o-one day you g-get hurt? P-please, I just w-want you and I to b-be able to be happy together. Just don't hurt anyone..."

Chara frowned. "But this is the me that you've loved…? This is the me that you wanted to be dating!" She didn't know whether to get angry, or to just stay confused.

"I loved you because I could see the light in you, Chara! I loved you because I know you're not a bad person! I love you because you love me back! But I don't love whatever monster you become when you're protecting me!" Frisk was equally as conflicted as her partner, as she wanted to run away and never look back, but she also wanted to cling on tighter and never let her go until she became as pure hearted as she was.

"Frisk… It's not easy for me. You can handle your anger so well and-" Chara made a noise of angry frustration. "I'm not smart. I'm not a jock. I don't have any special abilities that students can know about…. I'm not respected. If I can't be respected, I want to be feared."

"So that's why you get scary…?"

"Yeah, that's about it."

"Do you think… if… maybe… we worked together to find something that you were really amazing at that you'd get less angry? For me?"

Chara sighed. "Sure, I guess… but don't expect me to find anything I excel at, okay? Now stop crying," Her voice hushed and she let Frisk lean heavily against her, tilting her face upward and giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

Frisk blinked hard, trying to rid her eyes of tears, letting a tiny smile slip. "I never said anything about not kissing me normally, though," He lifted up her hands and guided Chara's head to hers, giving her a loving, gentle kiss, full of love and trust.

The tips of Chara's ears went red, even though she had kissed her girlfriend many times before. Even now, it seemed unreal. How'd she end up with such a beautiful girl as Frisk?

She broke away, smiling. "Now, I'd love to sit here and kiss you all day, but… I don't know about you, but we should probably leave school grounds," She laughed a little, hoisting her partner up, who emitted a soft yelp of surprise.

"I love you," Frisk muttered, enjoying being carried, though the circumstances weren't to be favored. Running away from school in the middle of the day after her girlfriend had beat the shit out of a bully? Not the most romantic thing ever.

But did that really matter? She knew she was loved, if Chara was willing to attempt to give up violence for her. An innocent, pure young woman and a dangerous, tainted young woman; could there really be any better of a match?

Sorry, the ending was rushed and I can't write for crap.