Charisk

Charisk Pt. 5

For the rest of the week, Frisk and Chara avoided each other. They spent all day in their rooms, ate in separate rooms, all the while perplexing Papyrus, who hadn't been informed of anything other than the fact that there was a big argument earlier.

Frisk didn't talk to anyone, and found themself ashamed and mad at themself for letting the secret get out so quickly. They held their skirt Chara bought them and cried, wishing they could kiss them again. Toriel never stopped by, and Sans was often away.

On a gloomy Thursday, Frisk sat at the dining table, eating cereal. Just then, Chara entered the room. All Frisk could see of their head was their dark brown hair, as they turned away from Frisk. The two stayed silent as Chara grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and filled it with cereal and milk, sitting at the table.

Suddenly, Chara muttered; "I'm sorry."

"S-sorry for what?" Frisk asked.

"Sorry for thinking you could handle a relationship. I get it- you're too innocent. A little angel, huh?"

"Chara, you said you wouldn't care who was mad!" Frisk began to grow upset.

"Well I thought you'd have some consideration and wait a bit, consult me first."

"They were gonna know eventually," Frisk protested.

"Oh, I know, Frisk. I just- thought you cared. That's all."

With that, Chara took their food upstairs, leaving Frisk to cry again, losing their appetite.

Meanwhile, at Toriel's house, Toriel sat in her reading chair, the house filled with the smell of the food cooking in the kitchen. Suddenly, with an odd sound, Sans teleported into the room, causing Toriel to jolt.

"Hi, Sans," she sighed, "what brings you here?"

"Just wanted to check on 'ya," Sans sat down in a chair, his bony hands rested on his lap.

"Well, to be honest, I feel horrible," Toriel frowned, "I feel bad for hurting Frisk and Chara. Those poor children... how are they?"

"Uhh... they're... er..."

"Oh gosh, I really messed up!"

"Why don't you apologize to them?"

"I've wanted to for a while, but... Chara... they get mad a lot."

"Just... see if you can get e'm together, and... try. I think it'll be ok."

"If you say so. Thanks, Sans."

"No 'prob, Toriel. Good luck."

That Evening...

Chara sat in their room, staring at the floor. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Before Chara could say anything, Frisk entered the room.

"What do you want?" Chara muttered.

"I came to say sorry," Frisk said, "I shouldn't have gone and been so careless, or told ANYONE about us before asking you. I realize now that you like more privacy. But - please, Chara... I don't want us to be like this. I love you so much."

Chara sighed; "You know what? I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gotten mad, and - I should've been more vocal about my wishes. And you're right, we shouldn't be apart, or angry. I'm REALLY sorry if I made you sad."

"Maybe you should try to make it up to me," Frisk blushed.

"Okay, how about this?" Chara stood up, and the two kissed each other passionately.

As they continued to kiss and Chara wrapped their arms around Frisk, Toriel crept toward the door, hoping to come to terms with the two.

"Hey! Frisk? Chara?" Toriel called as she moved into the doorway, "I just came to... oh... this... nevermind." Without a word, Toriel ran off.

Frisk and Chara pulled away from each other, looking out into the hall.

"Dammit," Chara muttered.

"Don't swear!" Frisk scolded.