Charisk with the Morning Dew

Chapter 1: Morning Dew

The first handful of chapters will be uploaded quickly because I wrote them ahead of time, and I just have to copy and paste from the Google Doc.

Chara's POV

I felt her hand, resting gently in mine. It was warm, and I wanted to just grab it, and squeeze it like an orange. Frisk's gentle breathing was warm against the side of my face. The blanket covered our bodies, which were clothed in a tanktop and short-shorts. The sun streamed in thin beams through the shades on our window, and the bed felt just as soft as usual.

Frisk nuzzled her cheek underneath my ear, and I did the same back. We were still laying in the comfort of the bed despite it being morning, and bright.

It was very quiet... the only sound that could be heard was the sound of beeps from Flowey the Flower's GameBoy. I could remember when I told him that he would have to come up with the money by himself. He actually wanted a 3DS, but he doesn't like to save his money.

I could hear Flowey grunt, then he spoke. "Hey! I know you're awake! I'm hungry! I don't have legs you know!" I grabbed the alarm clock off of the end table, and hurled it at Flowey. He managed to duck, but not by much. The alarm clock hit the wall with a clang. "Hey! Watch who you're trying to murder!" I chuckled, as he resumed his angry gameplay.

No point trying to sleep now. I sat up, and rubbed my eyes, tiredly. Frisk grabbed my pillow, and started cuddling it as though it contained the very last traces of me. I turned so my bare legs dangled off of the side of the bed, and I slid my feet into a grey pair of soft, fuzzy slippers that Frisk bought me last year. I stood up, and walked over to the other side of the room. I heard Flowey grumble under his breath. "Finally."

I opened the door, and it didn't make a sound. I slipped through it, and pulled it closed behind me, almost silently. I inhaled a fresh breath through my lungs. Life has been different for me ever since Frisk recognized me as somebody worth letting live. Even after all of the terrible things I did to her, she still wanted to be my friend. That reset was the thing that changed everything.

After I made Frisk murder the comedian, I decided to show myself... yes... I know that I was supposed to wait... but I was bored of killing a Frisk, then traveling to another timeline to do it again. I needed things to happen... a little quicker. I killed the comedian because I wanted revenge. Now that I have Frisk, nothing matters more than her.

I stepped into the bathroom. It smelled nice because of the air freshener that I brought as an insult to Flowey, but ended up using for the bathroom instead. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw a pale face, with baggy eyes, overdone blush makeup, red irises, and the shoulder-length, slightly spiky brown hair of me, Chara Dreemurr. I looked tired as usual, and I knew that not even coffee could wake me up, but I would try anyway.

I turned the cold knob on the tap faucet, and cold water came gushing out. I put my hands under it, and felt the ice-cold water push against them. I swiftly brought my hands to my face, and felt the water trickle down my face, like ice rubbing against my cheek. I stared at my reflection once again. I didn't look as tired, but not by much.

I left the bathroom, forgetting to turn the light off, and I entered the kitchen. It was small, but it was a kitchen. It's times like these that I feel lucky to have one of those coffee makers that you could put a cup to, and have the coffee come out. I took a paper cup from the small stack, and pressed it to the button on the coffee maker. The black coffee came out fiercely, and smelled terrible. When the small cup was almost full, I pulled it back. The last few drops fell quietly into the excess coffee container. I stood back, and took a long, quiet sip of the black coffee in the cup.

I felt somebody's head lean against my shoulder, and I didn't need to look to recognize it was Frisk who wanted attention. I used my free arm and wrapped it around her neck gently. Frisk then put her arm over my shoulder in return. Frisk nuzzled against my cheek once again. Her shoulder-length, smooth, brown hair rubbed affectionately against my cheek. I stood there, not wanting to let go of Frisk. I took another sip of my coffee. It tasted absolutely terrible, but it would keep me awake... hopefully.

Frisk then pulled away from my grasp, and went over to the fridge. She pulled out a jug of milk that was about half full, and she set it on the counter. She took a paper cup from the same stack I took mine from, and she put it to the button on the coffee maker. The coffee gushed in, splashing around Frisk's cup. It was about half way full when she pulled it away. She twisted the cap off of the milk, and poured the milk in. Frisk added a little too much, and some milky coffee poured over the edge of the cup.

She walked over to stand next to me, and sipped her coffee. Her sips were more like slurps though, but that was a unique thing about my girlfriend. There are many indescribable, unique features of my wonderful girlfriend, Frisk.