Persona 5: Recruiting Wolf

Chapter 1

"Wolf's" POV

I was with Frisk, my brother, he was over at my mansion, helping me write songs for my next album and I was having a bit of a creative block. We were talking about how much I had changed over the years.

"Chara you seriously used to be all "Humanity doesn't deserve to live." and "I'll kill them all by myself if I have to!" to this day I have no idea why you changed from wanting to kill everyone to wanting to play music for them." Frisk said, ruffling my long brown hair.

"Cut it out!" I said, laughing. I then answered, "I dunno either I guess I just finally started to see things differently."

Frisk smirked, "You changed slowly as you got to know Azzy better and you know it. Other than that I have no idea why." He chuckled.

I blushed and punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Shut up! There was no reason! None whatsoever! Definitely had nothing to do Azzy I swear!" I responded, denying anything he might have been thinking.

He gasped and said, "So it had EVERYTHING to do with Azzy! Tell meeeeeeeeee. SPILL!" He smirked as he watched me blush more, "You have a crush on our adoptive brother! That's adorable!" He said ruffling my hair again.

I batted his hands away, "Staaaahp! I do not!" I said, pouting, before muttering to myself, "Besides, he hasn't called or texted or come to hang out with me since I became famous."

I couldn't help the way I was, I was and always will be a Yandere at heart. My actions will always be viewed as weird if I try to do what I really want to do, but now? Now that I'm famous I couldn't do much.

Frisk bonked my head, "Charaaaaa?" He said, I looked up at him and tilted my head. "You zoned out for a minute there sis. You alright?" He was worried.

"I'm fine. Stop worrying about me so goddamn much." I snapped, I didn't mean to but I couldn't help it. The truth I've hidden for so long shines brightly behind my eyes as I stare at my brother.

He saw it, the emptiness in my eyes, I saw the look on his face, it was one of horror.

I scoffed, "I take it you remember our childhood... and the way I acted around others. How emotionless and empty I was? Up until they adopted us. You didn't seem to notice back then my condition or how quickly I adapted to my new environment."

Frisk just looked at me, there was pity in his eyes. It made me WANT to wipe that stupid look of pity off his face. I hadn't felt this NEED to KILL in a long long time.

A maniacal grin spread across my lips and I started to laugh. I sounded like a hyena and a madman. I watched Frisk back away as my laughter got worse.

But within seconds I started to cough, my breathing had started to worsen with every passing day and it affected my performances and my songs. Frisk had, on multiple occasions, begged me to see a doctor to figure out why this was happening.

My eyes started to water, I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't ask for help. Frisk instantly went into big brother mode, even though he's only a year older than me, and ran over.

"Chara, look at me. I'm going to take you to mom, okay? Someone needs to take a look at you and if you won't see a doctor for me then you're seeing mom." He said. My vision went blurry as I lost consciousness from lack of oxygen.

When I came to, Toriel, our adoptive mother, was in my face. "Chara, dear? Can you hear us?" She asked, I nodded and regretted it as my head was hurting. She then asked, "Can you see?"

I tried speaking and managed to whisper, "Yes." She then moved away. I suddenly started to panic because I knew where we were. We were at Asriel's clinic, something that I had secretly been keeping an eye on for a while. I didn't want to be here, I wanted to get as far away as possible. I immediately started to try to get up only to find I was strapped to the bed. My eyes widened and my panic worsened.

I wildly looked around and spotted Frisk, I didn't speak a word, my eyes told him exactly how I felt right now. "Sorry Chara, but Mom insisted." He said, he motioned to the straps keeping me tied down to
the bed before adding, "You kept fighting us even when unconscious. Plus we didn't want to risk you running off."

I snarled, "I wouldn't be here had you not given me that stupid look of pity! That damn look set me off! You should be glad that I lost consciousness!" My eyes quite nearly screamed bloodlust at him.

Frisk ignored me and looked over at mom, "How much longer til Azzy gets here?" he asked her. I went utterly silent at the mention of Azzy. I wanted to see him again but at the same time I didn't want to see him, I didn't want him to see the disastrous mess I've become.

Toriel looked over at me, a look of worry on her face, wondering what exactly happened between me and Frisk. "He should be here in a few minutes." she told him. I frowned, my eyes wild with terror. "Dear, everything will be fine." she told me, trying to calm me down.

The whites of my eyes went black for a moment and then back to white again, my inner demon wanted to set the building ablaze, but I had to contain it. I didn't want to hurt Asriel in any way. I closed my eyes and muttered to myself, sealing the demon deeper inside. I opened my eyes, that's when I saw him, Azzy. "Hey Chara. Long time no see." He said, before turning to Frisk and Toriel.

I silently growled and narrowed my eyes as they talked. Frisk explained that my breathing has been getting worse every day for the past two months and how I had refused to go see a doctor. Asriel looked back at me, his eyes lingered on the straps tying me down to the bed for a moment before meeting my eyes.

I sighed, "Hi Azzy." I didn't have enough energy to even emote anything, so to him and Toriel, the lack of emotion in my voice and on my face was a new sight to see. I pretended like everything was fine
even though I knew it wasn't.

It only took half an hour for Azzy to figure out what was wrong with my lungs. He used magic to fix it and smiled at me. "Feel better now?" He said, tilting his head. I nodded and looked away.

He's being too god damn CUTE. I can't stand to look at him. I thought. I noticed the smirk forming on Frisk's face and narrowed my eyes at him. I nearly squeaked when Ariel's paws touched my wrists to remove the straps holding my arms down. He removed the straps on my wrists and then the ones on my ankles. I took a deep breath before sitting up and answering Asriel. "Yeah. I feel better. Thanks." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I could feel my emotions becoming unstable and harder to control. "I should get back home before my manager notices that I'm not where I said I'd be all day." I said.