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By: A Simple Dragon (/u/2761489/A-Simple-Dragon) (https://www.fanfiction.net/pm2/post.php?uid=2761489)
Frisk is in a dark and lonely place, she had been bullied and forgotten her whole life following a tragedy that befell her family. Now as life seems to become too much, can a
curious Chara save Frisk from this darkness or will she be lost to it forever. (The story is unfinished, as I have decided to rewrite the entire fic.)
Rated: Fiction T (https://www.fictionratings.com/) - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - [Chara, Frisk] Asriel - Chapters: 22 - Words: 98,857 - Reviews: 113 (/r/12720391/) -
Favs: 113 - Follows: 120 - Updated: Oct 2, 2018 - Published: Nov 10, 2017 - Status: Complete - id: 12720391
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A Little Trip
Two races have long ruled over this world: The Humans and the Monsters.
For eons they have lived with a strenuous, but peaceful relationship. Both sides have always agreed that a war of any scale between their
two races would be far too costly for either side, so while it is far from perfect, the two races share this world in somewhat harmony.
Humans: Beings with strong SOULS and even stronger wills. A race that derives its magic from Six common traits and Three rarer traits.
These traits are; Integrity, Patience, Justice, Perseverance, Kindness and Bravery. While the three rarest traits are; Hope, Loyalty and
Determination.
Monsters: A race nearly physically and biologically identical to humans, however their physical appearance is easily altered by their
superior control over their inner magic. Monsters possess significant traits that differentiate them from humans and other monsters,
example; those of the Dreemurr clan all have long, goat like ears, white hair, and grow horns as they age.
Frisk's eyes cracked open as the sunlight leaked in through the drapes, she groaned as she stared up at the roof. "Another failure, or is it a success?" She
sat up and her sore muscles protested every movement. "Feels like it happened." She gave a long stretch and scratched her chest as she yawned sleepily.
"Well, better get up."
She stood up and walked into the on suite bathroom, she stripped completely and checked herself in the full body mirror. From her neck down, she was
covered in scars; some small and long faded like those on her arms, but there were those that were obvious, like the massive burn scar on her right
shoulder. She traced her fingers along the scar tissue and could feel her heartbeat quickening in her chest, she felt her breathing grow more shallow and
she began to hyperventilate as the memories began to flood back from that night.
She threw herself at the sink and drove her head under the cold tap, she stayed there until her legs began to shake and her head was at risk of freezing.
She lifted her soaked head up and looked into the cabinet mirror at the tired lilac eyes staring back at her. "You're not there." She said to herself, a way to
reassure herself to not fall into that memory and lose herself to the flames again.
She moved slowly back to the larger mirror and checked for anything, to her own surprise, she found nothing; no new scar or discolouring on her ruined
skin. "Heh. I thought falling would have left some mark." She heaved a sigh and stepped into the shower, cranking the heat right up and letting the
burning heat take her thoughts away from the shit day of torment that awaited her.
She stepped out and dried herself off, she threw the towel on top of the pile that was slowly crawling up the wall. "Ehh, laundry day today. Oh boy! I can't
wait to be shoved in the big dyers again or locked in the utility closet for hours...again!" She gave a sarcastic first pump and dressed herself in her school
uniform, ensuring she first covered her arms and neck with the bandages she got from the nurse.
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She stepped out of her room and into the lounge/kitchen/study of her dorm, she looked around at the mess that was the floor; discarded books, ramen
pots, take-out containers, and dirty clothes littered the floor. She heaved a heavy sigh as she realised just how shit today really was going to be.
She walked over to the counter and grabbed her phone from the charge stand. "Let's see what abuse people have started with today." She tapped the
screen and was surprised to see only two alerts.
She read the first one that had been sent by the school counsellor.
'Dear Frisk.
Following the events that transpired yesterday. I have asked your teachers to give you and Ms Dreemurr the rest of the week off. I have no doubt that the
near tragic events yesterday have left a scar on you both psychologically and would ask that you both check in with me at some point this week.
Further more. I would like to extend an open slot for you to come see me twice a week for at least one hour. I do not like knowing that one of the students
attending this institute of learning would be suffering so much, she believed that ending her own life was the only escape.
I have not made these vists mandatory, but I hope that you will attend, as I went help you move past this pain you feel.
Mrs Jane Tanner
School Psychologist.'
It took her a moment to completely register the words in front of her. 'Wait? Did I not...?' She recalled something happening yesterday, but she was
certain that was just a dream, it had to be! She quickly pulled up the next text from an unfamiliar number.
'Hey, Frisky!
Did U hear the news!? We got the rest of the week off! XD
Sucks that thing happened yesterday, but Is got a plan to take yer mind off it!
We is gunna head into town! I know this awesome coffee place that sells donuts that are both covered in chocolate and filled with chocolate!
We is goin! U have no choice! Oh yeah, this is my number! Make sure you save it!
Your new bud
Chara! (devil face)'
She felt the phone fall from her hand and heard it clatter to the floor, she stood there completely frozen; joy and shock and elation flooded her mind as
she recalled the events of yesterday in her mind.
She remembered the wind whipping her hair about as she stood on the edge, she remembered the voices calling for her to climb back over, she
remembered Professor Milton mention her family and that was the push she needed, as she stepped off the edge and expected another end, instead she
felt a hand grab her wrist and cut her fall short.
Frisk dropped to her knees, she hugged herself tight as the memory became more and more real to her, she felt the tears of joy stream down her face as
she cried real heartfelt tears for the second time this week. She had a friend! A real friend, who liked her art! Who knew why she was so depressed and
lonely!
A knock at her door pulled her from her elated thoughts, she walked across the room and opened it to the smiling face of Chara. The taller brunette took
one look at her and her expression turned very serious. "Frisk...why are you crying? Who was it this time?"
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Frisk then realised she must have looked a mess; tear stains on her cheeks and puffy red eyes, she began to panic and wave her arms frantically. "N-No!
It's not what you think." She flinched when Chara placed a thumb on her cheek and wiped away another stray tear.
"We're friends now, Frisk." She said solemnly. "Please don't keep this stuff from me." Frisk suddenly felt extremely ashamed, she had made Chara worry
the FIRST day of them being friends; maybe she was just a bad friend. She felt a flick on her forehead and she gave a little yelp as she looked up at the
smiling Chara.
"That was keeping for stuff from me, and for dipping into dark thoughts." Frisk couldn't help but mimic Chara's smile as she rubbed the sore spot on her
forehead. "Now. I'm sure the school appreciates your commitment to their dumb ass uniform policy, but you're aware they don't let us leave the grounds
while wearing it, right?"
Frisk looked down and gave a startled cry as she only just realised she was still wearing her uniform, while Chara was sporting jeans, a green and yellow
striped shoulderless sweater and a pair of beat up sneakers. "I'll be right back!" She raced away from the door, before turning back to Chara. "Uhm,
please come in and make yourself comfy." Before Chara could respond, Frisk disappeared behind what Chara assumed was her bedroom door.
The brunette stepped into the dorm and couldn't help but scrunch her nose a little at the mess, she could hardly imagine living like this was helping Frisk
in any way at all, she looked to the door opposite Frisk's. 'Her roommate must be a bigger slob than Rei.' She thought to herself as she grabbed a pile of
dirty clothes off the couch and set them down on the table, she flopped down on the cushion and was choked by the dust that came off it, if must not have
seen much more use than a glorified shelf.
A few minutes later Frisk emerged from her room wearing a pair of snug jeans and a purple sweater with a single magenta stripe cutting across it
horizontally along with a pair black and white converse pumps. "Ready to go?" She asked Chara with a smile so adorable that it nearly floored the
brunette.
"Y-yeah. Let's get out of here." She stood up and nearly sprinted to the door, the smell was starting to get to her a little. They stepped out the dorm and
Frisk locked it behind them; Chara noticed that she had two identical keys on her chain instead of one.
They made their way outside and Chara stretched, relieved to be as far away from that mess she could get. As they walked towards the front gates, the
looks they were getting were obvious to the smaller brunette, as she saw several students whispering in their direction. She began to feel really self-
conscious, she should have known that someone like Chara Dreemurr would attract so much attention, she should have known this was a bad idea. She
was about to bolt in the back in the direction of her dorm, when she felt an arm wrap around her shoulder, she looked up to see Chara walking in time
with her, her head locked forward and her arm holding Frisk close to her.
"Don't let them get to you." She heard Chara say in a flat tone, her expression a mask of indifference and she walked as if she had no reason to hurry.
"Don't worry about them. They're all complete idiots." A smirk spreading across her face as she said that, Frisk chuckled and relaxed a little, she certainly
didn't feel so anxious with Chara so close.
Chara for her part didn't give a shit what the peanut gallery were saying or thinking, she was simply hanging out with her new friend and she would not
let any of them get to said friend. She saw one student aiming a yellow beam in Frisk's path, she glared at him, her red eyes burning with her own magic,
the boy lowered his finger and took two steps backwards.
They reached the gates when they heard a voice call to them from behind. "Chara!" They turned to see Asriel running towards them, his school blazer
flailing around wildly, his hair suffering from an extreme case of bedhead. 'His own fault for staying up till four playing that damn game.' Chara mentally
chastised her brother.
He stopped in front of them and bent over, hands on his knees as he tried to recapture his breath. "S-Sis. F-Forgot to...tell you." He stood straight having
recovered his air. "Mom called." Frisk watched as all the colour drained from Chara's face. "She told me to tell you to ring her...today." The distinction was
clear: Chara Dreemurr was in deep shit.
Chara tried to hide her nervousness behind a flimsy mask of indifference. "I'll call her later. Take it easy, Rei." The siblings bumped fists and Asriel started
back towards the school,
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The two girls then exited the grounds of the school and made for the bus stop. Chara noticed the nervous look Frisk gave the sheltered stand. "You don't
get motion sick, do ya?" She asked half joking, half serious.
Frisk shook her head and receded into herself a little. "The last time I rode the bus. Tammy Trainer had her friends hold me down while she cut all my hair
with a box cutter." Chara felt a rage fill her, she squeezed Frisk's arm tightly and bit her lip until she tasted a metallic tang. "It's always grown uneven
since then. I could shave it all short, but then I'd just be giving them more fuel against me."
"Well I'll tell you two things: First you have nothing to worry about. I promise no one will ever do anything like that to you again. Second, I think your hair
looks cute." Frisk's eyes went wide and she hid face to hide the blush spreading across her tan skin. Meanwhile, Chara was sweating bullets at what she
just said. 'Holyshitholyshitholyshit! Why the hell did I just blurt that out!?'
"Wha-what I mean is that it looks cuter than mine! I use a knife to cut mine and it looks like complete shit!" She saw Frisk emerge from her hands, a
sincere smile on her face, still with a hint of pink in her cheeks. She breathed a sigh of relief at the hopes that she had covered her ass quick enough.
They spent the wait for the bus in comfortable silence, which Chara was thankful for as it meant she didn't have to suffer her own foot in her mouth again.
The bus eventually arrived and they flashed their student badges to the driver and took their seats at the back of the bus; Chara took the window seat
while Frisk happily sat next to her.
The bus ride was uneventful save for a pair of older women flashing them both happy smiles and thumbs up, the two girls returned the gesture
awkwardly, not really sure what the two women were implying.
The bus pulled into the station and the people aboard cleared out. Frisk and Chara stopped to let those two ladies out of their seats, one of them wearing
a headscarf turned to them and smiled kindly. "You two make an absolutely darling couple." A flood of colour took both girls at the implication, they tried
to explain that they were just friends, but the two ladies were too busy playfully arguing with each other.
"Oh don't tease them, Flo." The other woman said as she gave her friend a playful smack on her shoulder. The two women laughed cheerfully as they
stepped off the bus, leaving the two girls completely dumbstruck and frozen to the spot.
"Excuse me girls, but you kinda have to get off at this point." The driver called back with a cheerful smirk. Chara snapped out of her stupor and grabbing
Frisk by the hand, she dragged her dazed friend off the bus. "Ignore those two, they like to tease people." The driver chuckled as they stepped off the
bus. Chara just gave a curt nod, trying to hide her still blushing face.
They now stood in the cool interior of the bus station, the uniform grey walls, tiled floors, massive windows and sheer size of the place made it feel more
like a small airport instead of a bus station. Chara turned to Frisk who still looked in a complete daze over what those women said. "So, should we head
for the café?" She gestured over her shoulder with her thumb, she got nothing but a stammer from Frisk who was staring intently at something, Chara
followed her gaze and only just now realised she was still holding Frisk's hand in her own.
"Gah!" She released her hold on Frisk's hand and shoved it into her pocket, again a blush spread across her face. "S-Sorry." She stammered.
Frisk recovered and smiled up at the blushing brunette. "I-It's fine, just not used to people holding my hand like that." Chara again was nearly floored by
the smaller girl's overwhelming cuteness. "So, which way to these mythical donuts you mentioned."
At the mention of food, Chara returned to her usual self and beamed a massive smile at Frisk. "It's this way!" And they were off once more.
Now that they were far from the school and the hell that must have been Frisk's everyday, Chara got to see a side of Frisk that was so far from that
scared, timid girl than you could imagine; she was cheerful, playful, sometimes even down right flirtatious, and every time she would laugh at Chara's
reaction to the playful flirt. This was the real Frisk, this was the girl that the whole school - no the whole world needed to see.
"So, Chara." Frisk's voice snapped Chara from her thoughts. "Tell me about this café. I don't think I've ever even heard of it." Chara's smile widened as
she began to explain the place that held the best donuts in all of Ebott.
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"It's called 'The Kind Soul' and it's run by an entire family of Greens." Frisk curiosity peeked. "Yeah! That was the same face I made when I heard about it.
It's apparently super rare for an entire family to be born with the same SOUL types, but they do exist and they're a whole family of Greens." The thought
of so many Greens made a small smile appear on Frisk's face.
"And they're all super awesome chefs! But the best among them - is their son, Kit. He's the one who designs and prepares all the sweets for them. And
get this! He's only a year older than us!" Frisk couldn't help but smile at Chara's almost childlike glee over the café.
They eventually arrived at the building in question, a homey looking establishment on the corner of a street that saw a lot of foot traffic, a large green
heart sat just above the entrance with the big bold words 'The Kind Soul' written in the centre. The long windows were lined with display models of various
cakes and other treats, Chara practically began to drool as she eyed the array of chocolate based sweets, tarts, pastries and cakes.
They entered the establishment with a little ringing bell, a smiling blonde girl greeted them at the door. "Good morning!" She said cheerfully. "A table for
two?" A look of recognition struck her as she spotted the smirking Chara. "Chara! I can't believe it! Are you okay?" The blonde pulled the brunette into a
hug, Chara looked a little uncomfortable at the unwarranted affection, but she awkwardly patted the blonde's head.
"I'm fine, Dust." The blonde named Dust pulled back and scowled at her.
"Just you wait till Aunt Luci gets ahold of you for pulling a stunt like that!" She stomped her foot and turned her back to them, but she then looked back
over her shoulder and smiled. "But I'm glad you're okay, and it looks like you two are all buddy-buddy now." Dust giggled as Chara blushed a deep
crimson and punched the blonde lightly in the arm. Frisk missed the meaning, but chuckled at how flustered Chara looked in the moment.
"Come on, you two. I'll get you yout usual table, Chara." The blonde led them to a small booth neatly tucked away from all the loud crowds and with direct
lines of sight on both the door and the sweets display. "I'll pop back in a mo to take your order." Dust gave them a wink as she walked off towards the
front door to great other customers.
Chara sat down opposite Frisk and leaned back, she breathed the familiar scent of let out a content sigh. "Ahhh! Nothing like being able to slack off in the
middle of the week." She opened her eyes and saw Frisk taking in whole atmosphere of the popular café. "Planning on drawing the place?" Chara asked
the smaller brunette.
Frisk nodded as she continued to take in every little detail. "Hey, Frisk?" She turned her head to look at Chara. "I'm curious; are you originally from Sun
Shore?" Frisk tilted her head curiously at the question. "I'm asking 'cause of how natural your tan looks. There's a difference between those who vist Sun
Shore and those that are born there in the way their tan forms. Yours looks too natural to have simply visited a few times."
"That's pretty observant of you, Chara." Frisk replied with a slight gigle. "You're not wrong though. It's...was... my home." A shadow passed over Frisk's
face and Chara suddenly felt like such an idiot for even asking the question. Before she put her foot in her mouth further, Dust appeared at their table,
holding two mugs of piping hot, hot chocolate.
"Compliments from the green haired boy behind the counter." She said with a smile as she placed both mugs on the table. "I'm guessing you're having
your usual, Chara?" Chara gave a short nod as she took a big gulp of her drink; savouring the little distraction that Dust's presence provided. "And what
about you, darlin'?" She turned to Frisk who was eyeing the hot chocolate like it was the most holy of artifacts in the world.
"Oh!" She snapped out of her stupor and quickly grabbed a menu, but a hand took it from her and she saw Chara give her a confident wink.
"Tell Kit to surprise her. I think she could do with the boost." She said to Dust, who flashed them both a knowing smile. Chara turned back to Frisk with a
smirk. "Trust me, you'll thank me when it gets here."
The two sat and chatted while waiting for their orders, the whole time Chara avoided or skirted subjects that might deflate Frisk, she wanted to help her
new friend move forward, not dwell on the past.
They eventually got into a playfull argument when the subject of MMKC came up; it was undoubtedly the most popular animated show currently running,
and everyone had their own opinions and favourites, and of course those opinions and favourites always clashed with someone else's, that was currently
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the case between the two girls, who despite arguing the finer points of a proper villain were still laughing and joking.
Their orders eventually arrived as Dust placed two plates in front of Chara; one held perhaps the biggest piece of chocolate cake Frisk had ever seen with
three different kinds of chocolate mixed into it, and another plate with two somewhat swollen donuts coated in a light layer of dark and white chocolate
atop it.
Frisk had a large glass sundae bowl placed in front of her with nearly seven different types of ice cream scooped into it, a mix of caramel and hot fudge
sauce, a smattering of honeycomb and toffee pieces and a light dusting of chocolate powder. If the hot chocolate had been a holy symbol, then this was
the holy grail of all desserts.
Frisk took her spoon and dug into the frozen treat, she closed her mouth around the spoonful and silence followed. Chara watched Frisk lock right up,
spoon locked between her lips, she was actually starting to get worried until she heard a small, jubilant squeak leave the girl across from her. She
chuckled as she deposited another spoonful of cake into her own mouth. "I told you it was good."
The two ate in silence after that, Chara reveling in the rapturous expression Frisk wore as she devoured the frozen treat with great enthusiasm. She
remembered the first time she found this place two years ago; she arrived bloody from another brawl with some loser, wanting only to use the restroom to
clean herself up - a cup of hot chocolate and a slice of cake later, and the Tressermen had a new regular.
Frisk's spoon clattered against the glass bowl and she slumped forward, a joyous weight in her stomach and an ice cream headache rendering her nearly
dumbstruck. She heard a shuffling across from her, she looked up to see Chara; chin resting on her arms, coy smirk on her face. "I take it you enjoyed
your treat?"
Frisk looked into those crimson eyes and suddenly she felt something in her stomach that might have been nausea. 'Did I eat it too fast?' She worried as
she sat up to avoid throwing up in Chara's face.
Chara laughed as she saw the crimson flood Frisk's cheeks. "Be careful, I ate too much the first time I visited and threw up most of it a few moments
later." She lifted a donut from the plate and held it out to Frisk. The brunette smiled and happily took the offered treat, taking a small bite and
immediately being assaulted by a flood of chocolaty goodness.
"Well well. I'd never thought I see Chara Dreemurr sharing one of her treats." Said a cheerful voice as they approached the table. Frisk looked at the
newcomer to see a tall young man with a mess of moss green hair and tan skin, his chiselled features and dazzling smile would have had anyone
swooning over him, but it was his kind eyes that reeled you in; a pair stormy grey orbs that swallowed all negativity a person might have been feeling.
He wiped his hands on his battered brown apron and held out his hand to Frisk. "You must be someone pretty important to merit something she won't
even do with Az." Frisk took his hand in her own and shook it gladly. "The names Kit Tressermen. I'm one of the chefs here."
"Frisk - just Frisk - and a new and grateful friend of Chara." Chara smiled at Frisk's response.
Kit let his hand drop and he crouched down so his chin was resting atop his arms on the table. "As soon as I heard 'surprise me' I had to meet Chara's
friend and try something new on them. So tell me: How was my 'Frozen Seven Temptations'?"
'Hoh boy. Here we go.' Chara's smile widened as she sat back to watch the show of another person feeding Kit's ego and failing to give him anything he
could use to improve. She bit down on the donut and relished the look that was about to cross her green haired friend's face.
"I think the honeycomb pieces took away from the honeycomb ice cream." Chara began coughing viciously as she chocked on her mouthful of donut. Kit
absently patted Chara on the back, but kept his focus on Frisk. "And the mint and bubblegum clash too much; like mixing toothpaste with fruity gum." She
stuck her tongue out in displeasure, but Kit was beaming with excitement. "I think the mix of the toffee and butterscotch flavours was a good, but too safe
for something that is meant to be a temptation. Maybe try switching out one for coffee flavoured Nice Cream."
Frisk realised that the whole café was staring at her, she shrunk into herself as she felt her cheeks burning. Kit gave a merry chuckle and elbowed Chara.
"Where have you been hiding this one? Mom will absolutely love her!" Chara's eyes went wide at the mentioning of the word 'mom' she stood up straight
and looked around feverishly.
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"She's not here is she?" A shadow loomed over answering her question as she slowly turned to see a tall woman with mousey blonde hair and brilliant
green eyes narrowed in on her. "O-Oh h-hey, Mama Luci."
The eyes narrowed further and Frisk was surprised to see Chara looking genuinely afraid of the taller woman. Two great arms reached out and encircled
Chara, they closed quicker than Frisk could see and Chara was pulled into her second bone crushing hug of the day. "Oh my red eyed babyyyyy!" The
woman wailed as she smothered Chara with her overenthusiastic affection.
Kit leaned over to Frisk and whispered. "That's my mom; Luci Tressermen. She...kinda adopted Chara the first time she met her." Luci let Chara free from
the hug, but still held her face in her giant hands, smushing her face as she checked for any injuries.
"You aren't injured are you? No bruises, no cuts, no breaks. What the dickens were you thinking!? Oh but you're a hero! You saved that poor girl's life! I'm
so proud!" She pulled Chara into another hug.
"Okay, mom." Kit summoned a small barrier to push the two apart, he failed to notice the colour drain from Frisk's face as he did. "I think Chara's
had...enough!" He strained against his mother's monstrous strength, but managed to separate them. Chara was grateful for the assist, until she realised
how he had done it and looked to Frisk.
She was trembling, hyperventilating, and her hands were curled in a death grip on her shirt. "Oh shit!" Chara rushed to Frisk and placed her hands on her
arms, she squeezed them to try and anchor Frisk to here and now. "Frisky, you're not there, he can't see you, he can't find you and he can't hurt you."
She didn't care if the whole place was staring at her, including the Tressermens, she needed to help Frisk. "Hey! Look at me." Frisk's panicked eyes met
her's. "You're safe here. Think of something else; think about that awful mix of bubblegum and mint."
"Hey." Kit whined behind them, but Chara didn't even acknowledge him.
"Think of the happier times with them. If you need to go to a happy place, then go." She felt Frisk grip her sleeve and she sensed the desperation in the
brunette. "I'm not going anywhere." She had to fight the urge to hug the terrified girl. She turned to Kit and Luci. "Can I bring her upstairs till she calms
down?" The Tressermen wouldn't hear a word of argument, Kit bundled the terrified Frisk in his arms and carried her through the door that led to the
storerooms, employee lounge and the Tressermen's home.
Luci stepped out of the guest bedroom, she left the door open ajar, before she turned to Chara who was leaning against the nearby wall, her arms folded
across her chest. "She's finally asleep." Luci said as she lay a reassuring hand on the younger woman's shoulder.
Chara smiled but still snuck a peek into the darkened room. "Thanks, Mama." The older woman ruffled Chara's hair and left her alone with her thoughts.
Chara stood there, listening for the faintest of sound that Frisk was awake. It had taken a while, but eventually exhaustion took the panicked Frisk and she
had fallen asleep on the Tressermen's couch.
"Chara?" She saw Kit poking his head around the corner, he had been crying, he was too kind for his own good, and it always affected him greatly when
he felt like he had caused someone harm or woe. It wasn't his fault of course, he had no idea about Frisk's fear, so he could have never known not to use
magic in front of Frisk.
Chara took one last look in the room, before pushing off the wall and walking into the lounge to join Kit. He was sitting in an old and beaten recliner and
was clutching a mug of black coffee. 'He's punishing himself again.' She noted. "Kit." She gave him deadpan look and he while he tried to avoid her gaze,
he set the coffee down. "Good. You had no way of knowing, you did nothing wrong. So cool it with that bitter shit."
Kit chuckled at her profanity, he definitely seemed to lighten up a little, but he was still looking like a wounded puppy. "I am sorry, Chara. I hurt your
friend." He was about to reach for the mug again when a sneaker cut him off, he looked to her to see her left eye shimmering with a clear warning. Kit
flexed his hand and slowly pulled his arm back, the foot lifted off the table and Chara's aura returned to the same indifference she always exhiexhibits.
"...do you know what caused it?" He finally asked. Chara reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, she unlocked the screen and brought up her
latest searches.
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"I thought at first it might be perhaps pyrophobia; something easier to avoid when we hung out, but I looked deeper into it and into school records. Since
arriving at the school three years ago; she hasn't used her magic once, no one even knows the colour of her SOUL." She pulled up the search result that
made the most sense and tossed the phone to Kit, he looked at it and then back to her, she gave him a nod.
"Rhabdophobia: A complete fear of magic." Chara said the word like it was a swear, which given Chara's penchant for foul language, surprised Kit with how
she said it. "I won't go into details, but she witnessed something awful as a kid and it left its mark on her." Kit sat in silence, digesting the info, but his
glance shifted to Chara occasionally.
"Say it, before it burns a hole through your head." Chara said as she grew more and more irritated by the green haired boy's constant darting glances. He
swallowed his unease and just let the burning question fly.
"Why are you doing this, Chara? It doesn't take a genius to figure you loathe most people, especially if they come at you with some sob story. Are you
actually her friend or are you just leading that poor girl on?" Chara was shocked by his question, she had never heard Kit be so harsh. She stared at him
for the longest time, until she dropped her gaze.
"I thought that myself this morning when I sent her the invite to hang out." She stretched her hand and made a fist; her red eyes shinning through the
bangs of her hair. "But then I saw her crying this morning...and... I felt so pissed off!" Kit quirked a brow at her and she flipped him the bird in response.
"More than usual, asshole." He chuckled, but waved for her to continue. "I thought she was upset, but they were tears of joy...and I've never once thought
anybody in this shitty world would ever be that happy to see me."
Kit's smile widened somewhat, but he said nothing, he let his younger friend carry on. "She's been though such shit and she had no reason to trust me;
even after what I did yesterday. But she did, she believed a shit like me wholeheartedly and even accepted my friendship like it was the easiest thing to
do. She knows what will happen, that this will make her a bigger target." A sharpness filled her voice and she felt her anger rise a little. "And if anyone
ever tries to hurt her again; I'll kill them." Kit felt the seriousness in her voice and he saw a black tear well in her eye, but it faded before it could fall free.
"Just remember that you mean something to that girl. I saw how happy she looked when you walked in here. So don't go doing something stupid that will
take you away from her; like say killing some idiot who said a bad word in her direction." He remarked with a smirk.
"Ok. I promise I won't kill anyone...just break their legs. And their arms. Annd most of their ribs." Chara retorted with a smile that made Kit laugh.
Chara looked back to the door where Frisk lay sleeping and smiled softly, she wondered what dreams took Frisk when she slept.
Boom! Another chapter with some wholesome goodness to counter that heavy first chapter!
An unusual question I'm sure, but it sets the opening of the next chapter perfectly. And to anyone asking, Frisk's magic will be explained
later and it will also explain a few things about dear Frisk.
I'm going to try and update regularly, but with Christmas coming around and what with my working as a waiter - I'm sure you folks can
put 2 and 2 together, plus I'm running a DnD campaign so muh brain is doubling the creative output here.
So bear with me if updates start to space a little, I'm still working hard on all aspects of life and that includes this story.
That's all from me! Have a glorious day/evening! Bu-bye!
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