Red Eyes [Chara X Reader]

52: A Quiet Home

Our eyes meet again.. that familar energy gone, as if I'd imagined the entire thing.

Maybe I did..

Asgore stands up, holding [Y/n] as one might a child, cradled in his arms. 

It's moments like these that remind me how much bigger some monsters are than us. 

He seems either fine with it, or too distraught to even think about it. 

Did I really imagine that..? 

Am I just misreading his..clear heartbreak for something it isn't? 

I clutch the hem of my sweater tightly as I shake off such thoughts. 

It hardly matters, he need someone to be there for him and I'll be damned if I don't at least try. 

I follow after the two and find Asgore sitting beside him on the couch, a solemn look on his face as he watches over the crumpled form of [Y/n] as he seems to be trying to make himself as small as possible. 

"[Y/n].." I say gently. 

He looks up at me with puffy eyes, still moist with tears. 

He regards me silently.

"I.." I mutter, not having anything to say. "I'm..sorry." I say dumbly. 

His gaze seems to unfocus as it falls to the floor. "This..wasn't you." He says, his voice a lifeless rasp. 

A shaky smile he could barely hold gracing his face as he tries to comfort me. Tears streak down his face anew as he tries to speak, devoliving into whimpering sobs. 

He buries his face in his knees, trying to gain..safety? Comfort? Some kind of control..? 

I feel my heart crack watching the strong boy that had always been my pillar..crumble. 

Sitting beside him on the couch, a wrap an arm around him and whisper any and every comforting thing I can think of. 

Asgore stays, for around an hour before leaving [Y/n] in my 'capable hands.' 

Sans just said to call him if I needed him and left without another word to me or [Y/n]..asshole..

I feel the anger bubble up and simmer in the same moment as I hear another choked sob escape his lips from the living room.

"H-Hey, it's alright, look at me, everything's gonna be okay.." Chara's voice rushes to get the words out, desperately trying to comfort her friend.

I wondered when she'd show herself. 

As soon as I was the only other person here seems to be the answer. 

I peek into the living room and see her, leaned over the couch, wiping his face with the sleeve of her sweater. 

She turns her head to be, a pleading look on her face, wordlessly begging for my help. 

I quickly pop the leftovers I found in his fridge into the microwave and return to the living room.

My mind races, trying to think of something that might ease his mind even a little..

When it comes to death..I've become more than a little callous. 

If someone important dies it's always just been a 'reset condition' but those terms no longer apply..

I don't plan on resetting unless absolutely necessary..at least until I can figure out how to guarantee his existence.