4984 words. Ngl, even I don't know what's in this part
"Oh my gods. . ." Frisk whispered.
"Huh?" The figure asked, turning around.
"You're. . . You know Betty, right? With the pink hair?"
"Yeah! Have you seen her?!" The white haired boy asked frantically.
"Holy shit! You are Chara!"
"How the fuck do you know my name?!"
"Because you're a demigod." Frisk lowered their voice, seeing a few people stare at the bus stop.
Chara played along. "Wait- what?" He felt appreciated, but was still thinking about how to get to Betty. "Look, can you just tell me where-"
"She's on vacation. . ."
"Oh. . ." Chara sighed. "Do you know when she'll get back?"
"No." Frisk shook their head.
Chara thought for a while. "Can you tell her to offer a bar of chocolate when she's back?"
"Why, are you leaving? I never got to meet a demigod before!"
"I'm open to questions."
...
Chara had two mortal friends now. Gods, he was soft, wasn't he?
He groaned. Cross would be disappointed in him, wouldn't he? He knew Nightmare would, but since when did he care about what Nightmare thought?
He looked up, noticing he subconsciously went to Betty's house and groaned again. He walked past it, to the arcade where he and Betty went. He greeted the employee. "Oh, hey! It's been a while since I've seen you." They smiled.
"You remember me?" Chara chuckled.
"Yup, you left a good tip. Thanks."
"No problem."
"So, got anything new going on?" They asked, finishing up their restocking of the shelves.
"Not really, just bored, I suppose." Chara shrugged. "Any new releases?"
"Hm, there's an upgraded version of Quack Smack."
Chara smiled a bit. "I'll check out the demo." He shrugged.
"Alright, have fun."
Chara walked over to the demo section before being knocked out cold.
...
Chara was gagged and had restraints. He looked around, pulling and pushing away from the chair he was bound to.
He heard faint voices. "Should we zap him again? Just to be sure?"
Chara's breathing quickened. He looked around to no avail. The bottom of his gag and his eyes spilled with liquid hate.
"If we see anything, then you can, you freak." The door opened.
"Wha-at?" The second person chuckled. "It's fun!"
Chara looked up at an older looking human, definitely in his forties. They approached him. "You sure this is a demigod."
"Oh, c'mon! Look at the spewy black shit! Of course he is. Seven said he and some girl were talking about it at the shop once." The other human shrugged. They looked to be in their twenties with many scars.
Chara just glared. He already tried to free himself, which didn't work. The older human sighed, shaking his head. "Why did I have to be with you?"
