Determination (Charisk) [OUTDATED]

79 - CELEBRITY CRUSH

(CHARA POV)[M]

The switching of genders does not help the problem of temperature regulation at all. Just so you know.

Frisk and I exited the cave, greeted by the looming image of the CORE, even closer to us now. As we walked, Frisk said something peculiar.

     "You know, we haven't talked to Papyrus in a while. I could use some baseless optimism right now." And she pulled out her phone.

    Before she could even put in his number, her phone rang.

"Is it—?"

"Yeah." She answered. "Papyrus! I was just about to call you!"

"WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY... GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE! NYEH HEH HEH!... SO HUMAN, I SAW THAT YOU WERE ON METTATON'S SHOW." Papyrus asked carefully.

"Yeah, I was. How did you know?"

"WELL, I AM A BIG FAN OF METTATON—"

"HES GOT FIGURINES OF HIM IN HIS ROOM! HAHAHA" Undyne interrupted.

"Is Undyne there?"

"YES! SHE IS! I AM SO GRATEFUL THAT SHE IS HERE, AS GUARD DUTY HAS GOTTEN... BORING, PER SE, SINCE YOU LEFT. SO IVE BEEN TAKING MORE COOKING LESSONS IN THE MEANTIME, WHILE HER HOUSE IS GETTING REBUILT."

     "Undyne, I thought you were at... The Lab." She was careful not to say exactly where Undyne was staying.

     "Uh... Well, I was... But... There was work to do... And I'm here now." Translation: Undyne wanted to make out with Alphys a lot, but Alphys had actual work to do, so Undyne is staying with Papyrus until her house is reconstructed.

"YES! AND WE ARE HAVING A BLAST WATCHING YOU ON TV, HUMAN!"

"Speaking of which..." Frisk started. "You mentioned being a big fan of Mettaton."

"OF COURSE! HES MY FAVORITE SEXY RECTANGLE!"

     "..."

     "..."

     "..."

     "...WHAT?"

     "HAHAHAH! YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON THAT FLAMBOYANT DORK!"

     "N-NO, I... ADMIRE METTATON A HEALTHY AMOUNT."

     "i think the absurd amount of posters of him in your room says otherwise, bro"

"SANS! WHAT ARE YOU—"

*Click*

He hung up.

"Pfft- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" I couldn't help myself.

"Chara, it's rude to laugh..." Frisk said, trying her best not to laugh. She was failing.

     "Oh my god, sexy rectangle? Pap's got it bad."

     "Whatever, I'm sure it will be—"

(FRISK POV)

     Chara froze before I could finish my sentence. I looked over at the elevator.

     There was what looked to be a large, grey, curled up hand in a white lab coat. The hand's large, bloodshot eye glanced at me. The fingers moved in such a way, that they almost looked like a mouth, moving.