Again, I'm loving the support! Sorry you didn't get one yesterday, (woah, this is weird because I'm starting to type this yesterday 0,0) but I'm caught up with homework and sleep and well, life. But who wants hear and help me keep up with my updating schedule? Alright, here it is: At least twice during the week, and twice on the weekends. Pretty fair, right? Sweet. Onto le chapture trios!

Why was she like this?

What was taking her so long?

Why am I doing this?

Chara woke up to the sound of Frisk's voice, which was a rare occurrence. She wondered why that was, but decided to leave it to the fact that maybe he didn't like his childish voice or didn't like talking.

"I'm back," He said, meekly.

"You're back? Where did you go?" She asked, immediately flying up in the air. She hadn't expecting to actually fall asleep. She normally just fake slept, and in the rare occasions where she did fall into a sleep like state, it wasn't so deep that movement would get by her

He pointed a tanned finger out the entrance to the room.

"Why'd you do that? Were you scared Toriel would come back and see you outside the room? You must really be a crybaby," Chara teased, giggling with her normal cruel smile. Frisk merely shook his head, and held up seven fingers.

Chara felt her jaw go slack when she stopped her laughing. Her eyes turned into deep, red pits. She hadn't expected him to do something while she wasn't there. From what she predicted about the boy, he should be too big of a dependent crybaby to even backtrack alone. The only visible damage was a scratch on his cheek. It was pretty impressive. "You what?"

"I did what you asked," was his simple response. He touched the scratch on his cheek. He had gotten it tripping, and didn't want to waste a candy to heal the shallow mark. It was so small, he almost forgot about it until now, when it started to sting. He took something out of his pocket.

"Why do you carry a band aid around with you?"

He answered with a shrug. He couldn't help but wonder to himself why anyone wouldn't carry a band aid around with them. It was pretty useful armor against the badies like germs and cooties.

"Well, c'mon, let's move. Another minute and Toriel will come back before you even get to the room with the-" She paused for a second, wondering if she should tell him. It probably didn't matter. "Nevermind that, let's just move," the girl said before floating down the room. Frisk started to follow her, when his butt suddenly vibrated sharply. He jumped back in fear, almost exciting the red mist out of him. He then remembered that he had a phone, and that it was probably Toriel.

"Hello, Toriel again. You don't happen to have any allergies, do you?" Her voice rang sweet through the other end of the phone. Frisk shook his head, and Chara giggled at how non-verbal communication doesn't work through cellphones. "Why am I asking? Oh, no reason," She asked and answered. "Bye now, my child," She ended. The phone made a clicking sound as it was hung up.

Frisk followed the floating girl down the hallway. The next room was easy. Chara simply told Frisk which tiles not to step on, and the puzzle was solved relatively fast.

At the next room, Frisk went to go push the first two rocks, but Chara stopped him. "You don't even need to push those two," She rushed, again trying to push the bottom rock, only to phase right through. Frisk went over to the bottom rock and started to push.

"What, just because you got a little friend with you means you can just push me around?" The rock said, somehow talking without a mouth. Frisk's eyes opened wide in surprise at the fact the rock could talk. Chara was shocked because the rock could see her.

Chara was getting impatient. "Just move over already!" She yelled, crossing her arms and tapping her foot mid-air.

"Oh? So you're asking me to move over, huh? Okay, hun, just for you," The rock whined, moving forward an inch. The white tile was a lot farther ahead. Frisk poked the rock on it's... shoulder? No one here cares about rock anatomy, right?

The girl's cheeks turned bright red with frustration. Her ears looked as if they were about to steam.

"A little more? Geez, you're giving me a real workout," The rock said, moving to the left instead of forward. Frisk again had to poke the rock, this time on it's... oh geez, this is teen rated, Frisk. Slow down there, bucko. "Ok, ok, I think I get the deal now. Move aside," The rock finished, moving all the way to the platform once making sure the human was safely out of the way.

"And stay there, you...you pebble," Chara teased, sticking her tongue out at the rock.

"Chara, be nice..." Frisk weakly pleaded.

"Chara?" The rock paused, as if searching for that name in it's rock brain. "I knew I recognized that that insult and that smile," The rock thought out loud. It was too busy reminiscing to move off the white tile as the boy and his ghostly companion moved to cross the spiked bridge. Once they got to the other side and far enough away from the rocks, Chara's eyes glowed red with a burning passion.

She leaned in close to Frisk's face, and it was clear he had done something wrong, and was about to face the consequences. He could have pissed his pants from the fear brought on by her eyes alone.

"You are not allowed to tell anyone my name!" She started, making it very clear what he did wrong. "Monster, rock or human, no one! Ever!" Chara scolded, striking fear deep into Frisk's eyes. He felt as weak as a whimsun, despite having a high LOVE. He tried backing up, but he couldn't find the courage to move.

"When it comes to the underground, you speak of no one who looks like me. I do not exist to anyone but you!" Her eyes still glowing deep red and glaring daggers into the boy's scared brown eyes. If looks could kill, he'd be obliterated to shreds. Frisk couldn't even find the courage to blink, and his eyes were starting to sting. He just wanted it to be over.

"Got it?" She asked, her voice becoming demonic. It was clear it was not quite over yet. All Frisk had the strength to do was shake his head. This seemed to make her even angrier "Use your words!" she snapped.

"Y-yes," he mustered out quietly. The red eyes were still staring into his even after his response. He was so scared, he could cry. In fact, he already felt a spot of dampness on his cheek. He was indeed starting to cry, but he still didn't have the courage to blink or look away. The fear was unnecessary now, for the beast-like eyes softened the second the tear left it's socket.

"Oh my Asgore... Frisk, are you okay?" The red eyes and voice filled with concern as she immediately felt regret for her actions. She wanted to comfort him in any way possible. That was why she decided to make keeping him from crying her part of the deal. Despite having broken the contract that was signed the second Frisk agreed, the only reason she cared that he was crying was that she didn't want him to cry. She so badly wanted to hug him. Chara leaned in closer and attempted to pull him into a hug. She phased right through, but scared child still flinched away, as if he was scared that he did something wrong.

"Dear the Savior, What have I done?" She thought out loud. Her tone softened, and she directed her words at Frisk, next. "I am so sorry, that was unnecessary... please... don't cry..." She begged, though it was in vain. Frisk was already on the floor, his head in his knees, sobbing. Chara leaned down on her knees and put her arms around the boy, trying to hold them where his shoulders were despite the fact she couldn't physically touch him. Suddenly, she got an idea. She couldn't physically comfort him, but there was some other way to show she still cared, as silly as the idea seemed to an onlooker. What she was about to do, she knew, held lots of significance in both of their eyes.

"My name is Chara. I was 12 years old, and the first human down here."

15 words that told the start of her life's story.

Suddenly, the heavy sobbing stopped the second those words reached his ears. Frisk slowly started to recover from his crying session. Once the last of the tears fell, he lifted his head from his knees and looked into the now calm red eyes. They almost looked... pretty, in some evil princess, in a way. No, she looks like a queen. He had so many thoughts in his head, but he knew he would only have the chance to say one. He thought for a while, sifting through multiple questions before deciding on the one that seemed the most important.

"You're not as transparent now," He noticed. Chara went back up to floating from the position she was in and Frisk got to his feet. "That's why you needed me to kill them."

She felt the roles were shifted as for once, for she was the one who did the nodding, and he was the one who did the talking. The child sure was observant. She was glad she put him down this path- Asgore definitely would have defeated him in his weaker state before. She didn't want him to die. He would have been too scared as he saw that the king wasn't kidding when he said he would kill him. She'd seen the dead seriousness in his eyes before, as she quietly followed behind others who tried to simply get their way through the underground, not killing nor sparing all. They all received the same fate of death.

"Then I'll kill more," He said, snapping Chara out of her memories and her thoughts and suddenly looking around. He heard a shuffling behind him. He turned around in one quick motion expecting to see a monster. He felt the red mist come out of him, and he was ready for battle... but nobody came.

He tried again, trying to find a monster that wasn't there, spinning around quickly each time, hoping to find a whimsun or froggit that wasn't looking.

"Frisk..." Chara tried to interrupt his search, but to no avail. He then tried walking, wanting something, maybe even a new monster, to come. Once again, nobody came.

"Frisk..." She tried again, but too late. He initiated in a battle with no one again, she could tell by the red mist in the shape of a heart above his head. As soon as the red mist entered his body, she tried one last time.

"Frisk!" She yelled, watching as he snapped to attention. She sighed, almost feeling bad for the boy. From time to time, she wanted to kill monsters, too. She had to break the news to him. "Besides Toriel.. there are only 15 monsters in the ruins."

Frisk stared at Chara, almost looking hurt. Was it because he wanted to kill things, or because he didn't realize the damage he had done?

Why did he care?

Who was he?

Wow, I finished this in the one-hour time slot I gave myself. Well, hopefully you didn't mind waiting until today, because it got you an edited chapter for once ^-^. I'm so glad I sat down with this twice, the first time it was only 1,000 words, and I hope I added enough details to make it 2,000 words and 2,000 words well spent.

And as always, R&R (Which a kind reviewer told me does not mean rest and relaxation, but ruins and reckage. Wait, isn't it wreckage? Guess that doesn't make much sense then... wreckage starts with a W.)