I L.O.V.E. You: A Charisk Fanfic

What?

Italics are the story
Forgot to mention this before, I'm assuming Frisk and Chara are about 17 years old.

Chara's POV

"Well, while we're up here, we don't have much to do."
"Yeah. So..."
Frisk looked at me.
"Who are you? I only know your backstory, hated humanity, but I never got to know who you are by the person."
I sigh.
"Fine, just don't make too much noise. Toriel's taking a nap again."

WARNING: DRUG USE, PARENT ISSUES/ABUSE, MINOR SUICIDE SCENES.

I first stumbled into Mt. Ebott because I hated humans, as you know. Everybody had something they didn't like about me. I never got good grades in school, and my parents treated me rough. I tried to smoke my problems away. THAT never got me anywhere. And I tried drugs, but I just became WEIRD.
Everyone was kind to me. I liked that and wanted to return the favor somehow. I had been fine for 3 years, then traumatized for 7. As you know from the VHS tapes me and Asriel did, buttercups have a potent poison in them. I used that for Asriel to absorb my soul. However, our plan failed us, as the villagers killed my brother.

However, we both survived. I was a ghost and Asriel was Flowey.
"Why are you telling me things I already know?"
"Shush, I'm not finished."
I was resurrected by Gaster. He seemed to be able to create simulations of Determination and SOUL power. And with that power, I was forced to the surface and sworn to secrecy; not that it mattered, no one would believe me. I had enough. It all happened again. I had gathered a few golden flowers from Asgore. I climbed onto Mt. Ebott, and I realized...

I had to let go.

So I did. And that was the biggest mistake of my life.

I was only here because of your soul and later, Alyphys' recreation.

"So... how did you come here before the files made us?" I asked.

"Well... I was always a file."

"What?"

"I was in an orphanage. They treated me okay there, but no one would come to adopt anyone. But one day, a dog came and picked me up."

"Frisk... I need to do something."
"Char-a, clove?" Frisk passed me a cig and a lighter.
"Nah. I'll be at Snowdin but DON'T COME WITH ME."
"..."
"Sorry, Frisk, if I scared you."
"No, it's ok, go ahead."
And I ran.
And ran.
And ran.