My Guardian Angel [Chara x Reader]

A Dance with Death

Chara and Y/n continued down the empty streets, leaving the crooks behind them. It is now the problem whoever was unlucky enough to chance upon this mess. Y/n couldn't help but feel a little pity for them; having a broken arm sucked, especially if it was your dominant arm, and based on the efficiency Chara had when dishing out her punishment, Y/n assumed that she deliberately aimed to inflict as much non-lethal pain as possible, which led to even more questions.

"Okay, mystery girl, let's see... I know your name—"

"Not like you use it anyway." She intercedes. Y/n huffed, momentarily stunned by the comment.

"Well, I used placeholder names for those I don't know very well. Right now 'princess' fits your personality far more than the name you've given me." He replied with a taunting smile.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Chara raised an eyebrow, clearly still displeased with the nickname. There was an edge in her tone that promised annihilation if he were to continue with the bit.

"Let's just say that you're very volatile, someone who will have their way no matter what. Very much like a spoiled child who has been pampered their entire life." Y/n replied, double-downing on his previous statement, knowing damn well that it wouldn't end well.

"I've never been pampered, nor am I royalty. My life has been one blurry mess of missing memories and dust. You're very lucky that you have something I want. Otherwise, you would have ended up even worse off than those gangsters back there for that comment." Chara retorted nonchalantly.

Y/n wasn't sure what to make of the first half of what she said. Missing memories and dust. What does that even mean? Dust could link back to the whole "not royalty" thing, implying that her life wasn't the greatest, which would be supported by the fact that she randomly appeared out of nowhere. Then again, "dust" doesn't have to be literal. Dust could represent cleansing and the result of a baptizing fire. And the missing memories. Was it a health condition or a result of untreated trauma?

Y/n shook his head slightly and pushed the thoughts aside. They didn't make any sense and it felt like he was reaching for connections that weren't there.

"Hmm, what might that 'thing' be?" He pressed.

"... Your chocolates obviously," she said after a slight pause. What she said wasn't a lie per se, but there were pieces that she intentionally left out, parts that even she didn't understand.

"Right, and you would bow to the whims of anyone if they simply had chocolate?"

"That depends on where their intentions lie," Chara retorted with a roll of her eyes.

"And if they were to have malicious plans behind their bait-" She continued.

Y/n stopped suddenly in his tracks, every muscle tensed up in apprehension. Even the slightest step forward would have resulted in disaster. In a swift movement, Chara had stepped away from his side and pivoted behind him, a hungry red blade centimeters away from his neck.

"-I'd make sure they never see the light of day ever again," Chara hissed from behind him, her breath flowing against his neck like the River of Styx. A slight tremor forced its way through Y/n's body.

Y/n swallowed nervously. Maybe he should be a bit more careful with his teasing.

"So let's make sure that isn't the case, alright?"

The knife fades away, finally allowing Y/n to breathe as Chara returns to his side.

"Jeez, don't scare me like that, " Y/n said, his voice shaking ever so slightly.