It's been about a week now since Chara came to live with us, and things...have been interesting. Chara and I share a bedroom with Flowey and at night Chara has night terrors and she screams about things like "You don't exist anymore" or "Leave me alone!"

I tend to try and calm her down, but she often pushes me away and tells me I won't understand, to which I leave the room holding a somehow still sleeping Flowey, I swear before being a flower Asriel must have been a heavy sleeper. Chara isn't allowed to go to school since it's too close to the end of the school year, so she stays at home with Sans and Papy, which Chara hates. But overall it's not so bad, I try my best to show her how things work, she's really interested in stuff like computers and TV saying they didn't have them when she was alive before, Alphys even got her hooked on Mew Mew Kissy. The only thing I don't like is how she treats me, she's not really nice, constantly glaring at me and saying death threats when Mom and Dad can't hear her, I never tell on her though because I know she doesn't mean them. Flowey seems to show a lot of fear when around her and even begs me to take him to school with me so he doesn't have to be alone with her before Sans and Papy get there, it makes me wonder if it's Flowey or Asriel that's actually scared of her, it might even be both. Now it's morning and I wake up on the Couch with Flowey on the Nightstand "Morning Flowey"

Flowey sighs "Why are we on the couch...again?"

I sigh as well, Flowey knows exactly why, said reason walks into the room rubbing her...cute red eyes...I'm seriously beginning to believe what Sans told me about these feelings for Chara I have, but it's not like I can flat out tell her "Hey Chara I love you let's be together forever"with the way things are going now, she hates my guts, and all because I did the right thing and saved everyone. I simply look up to her "Good morning Chara. They weren't as bad as usual were they?"

Chara glares at me "I don't want your pity you idiot. Why you continue to try and make friends with me makes no sense, I hate your guts Frisk, I will never be your friend"

Flowey looks to me, he notices something has broken, somehow...just hearing her say that to me shattered my determination "Frisk...You okay?"

I simply run out of the room with tears in my eyes, I exit the house only to bump into something "Hey! Watch where- Oh hey Frisk"

I look up to see Undyne, she notices I'm crying and bends down to my level "What's with the waterworks kiddo? That ain't like you"

I simply shrug "Nothing you would understand Undyne"

Undyne laughs "Try me!"

I do, I try to tell her I'm in love with Chara, but even though I try, my Text Box simply appears blank "Is it really that hard to say?"

I nod and she ruffles my hair "No worries kiddo, you'll tell me sooner or later, EVEN IF I HAVE TO BEAT IT OUT OF YOU!"

I smile with the tears in my eye from Undyne's encouragement I feel my determination returning to me "Thank you Undyne, I really needed to hear that"

She smirks and ruffles my hair again "Anytime kid, anytime"

I walk back in with Undyne and sit back down next Flowey, Chara must have went back to our room to get dressed "Are...you alright Frisk?..Not that I care or anything I'm just asking"

I smile and pet his petals "Yes"

Flowey looks at me like he's going to hiss but when he hears me use my real voice instead of the Text Box he stops and turns away "Good to know, I know she's bad Frisk, but she's called you far worse yet that somehow drove you over the edge. Why?"

I sigh and want to ignore him...but it's not like Flowey will tell Chara anyways "Because...I'm in love with her"

Flowey reads the text, he rereads it at least five times before bursting out into laughter "OH MY GOD TALK ABOUT STOCKHOLM SYNDROME! NO WONDER YOU RAN AWAY CRYING! SHE BROKE YOUR HEART BY SAYING THAT"

"Go ahead Flowey, tell me how stupid I am for falling in love with her"

He hesitates "I would but...maybe love is just what she needs"

As if like a voice from above hearing Flowey say this, fills me with determination