Red Eyes [Chara X Reader]

31: Worries

Chara 

The walk to his house has been a silent one. Our usual banter died in our throats before they even started. 

The thing with Frisk has left me feeling a little more then drained and I can only imagine how [Y/n]'s feeling right now.

We take the first step onto his street and he pauses, looking up at the attic window with an unreadable expression.

He raises his hand slow toward sky and makes a ring with his index finger and thumb. 

"What am I missing?" He mutters to himself quietly. 

He glances at me and offers a fake smile. "So why've you been so quiet Princess?" 

I groan in annoyance and shake my head. "Frisk and I talked.."

He falters in his step, nearly tripping over his own foot. His head whips around to me with wide eyes. "What?" 

Remembering the fear and panic Frisk felt makes me feel queasy. "It went better then I expected." I mumble as I walk quickly past him.

"I see." He replies after a moment, matching his pace to mine.

As we arrive on his door step, he fumbles with his bag to grab his house keys. After a frankly embarrassing amount of time he finally gets them and unlocks the door. 

I look away to hide my smirk and stifle a building laugh. 

"Not a word." 

"I didn't say anything." I say defensively, raising my hands and forcing a neutral expression. 

We look into one another's eyes for a time, and I see his lip quiver as he tries to fight a smile.

Finally the dam breaks and his grin turns into laughter which shatters my own small defenses. 

He laughs and tosses the keys onto the couch. "Damn things!" He wheezes.

"I don't get why this is funny!" I manage between laughs. 

"I guess we don't handle tension well?" He suggests as he closes the door.

"I can live with that." 

"Same." He chirps back as he goes into the kitchen.

He emerges soon after with a bar of chocolate from the freezer and hands it to me before plopping onto the sofa. 

I sit on the floor in front of the couch, my back pressed against it.

We sit in comfortable silence for a long time. 

'Better to get it out of the way.' I think to myself.

With a sigh, I turn to face him. 

His face is half buried into a couch pillow and his one exposed eye looks at me tiredly. 

Giving him a gentle smile I tap him on the nose. 

"What happened man?" 

He lets out a shaky sigh. 

"I don't really know." He turns fully into the pillow. "I was fine one moment and the next..."

"Believe me, I know what that's like."

"You do don't you?" He asks softly.

I nod slowly.

"I wanted to hurt her."

"You felt threatened." I say soothingly. 

"She's my friend." He argues quietly. 

"You can't choose how you feel about something." I look up at the ceiling. "You can't even always control how you respond or act." 

"But-." 

"No." I say firmly. "A soul affects the thoughts, feelings and actions of everyone, none so more then yours."

He doesn't say anything but I know my words are sinking in. 

"You can feel guilty all you want but it won't change anything." I turn around looking up at him and offering him my hand. "I know what it feels like, to act rashly because of strong impulses." He locks eyes with me, his face twisted in sadness and despair.

 "I know the frustration that you feel when your heart fights against your very nature." I slip my hand into his and squeeze softly. "I know all to well the awful sinking feeling in your chest, that stark despair." He bites his lip, fighting tears. "And I can promise you that it gets better, one step at a time." 

He gently squeezes back. "I don't want this." 

I give him a sad smile and shake my head. "I know." I point to his heart, pressing my finger against his chest. "But you have it, and the only thing you can do is accept it and improve or let it destroy you." 

Tears streak down his face and he suppresses sobs. "This isn't fair." I push myself up onto the couch and hug him tightly. 

"It isn't." I agree. "But you're not alone [Y/n]." I pull back so he can see my face. "Hey, look at me." He wipes his face and gazes back at me. "You have Frisk, Toriel, Papyrus, Undyne and so many other wonderful friends."

 I feel my face heat up a bit as I prepare to continue, "And I'm not the best at this but I'm trying to get better." He smirks a bit the tears giving his eyes an amused gleam. "A-And I'll always be here for you." I manage to force out, my face feeling like fire.

I can see how much he wants to make a joke but he fights it down.

"Thank you Chara, It really does mean a lot." 

I groan and wave his words away. "Just don't make me get mushy again I don't like it." 

He snickers and his grin cools into a small smile. "Really, Red I don't know well I'd be handling this without you."

Rolling my eyes at the nickname I shrug. "I'm sure you'd be fine [Y/n]." I smirk a bit. "Though your praise is justified, I am pretty amazing." 

He scoffs and leans into the couch. "All hail the prestigious Chara Dreemur."

I stand up and dramatically cover my face. "If you must, but please no flash photography."

His laugh turns into a short yawn, and he wipes away the linger tears. 

"You should probably sleep, you've had a long day."

He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. "You're right but I don't really wanna." 

"You're already cozying up on the couch." 

He glances at his own laying down position and sighs. "Touché." 

He stretches and adjusts his position, getting comfortable.   

"Not much argument in you today huh?" I chirp with a grin.

"Too exhausted to fence you of all people with words."

I giggle a little. "Touché."

He groans at the pun. "I thought you hated those."

"I like winning more." 

"Yeah yeah.." He sighs softly. "Hey, Chara?" 

"Yes?" 

"I know you don't really sleep but..would you stay with me?" He averts his gaze. "I don't want to be alone.." 

I smile a little at this and sit down in front of the couch without a word. 

He reaches his hand out, his pinkie the only extended finger. 

On instinct I reach out my own and curl it gently around his. 

"Good night Chara.." He mutters as he drifts off to sleep. 

"Sweet dreams." I whisper back.