Charisk with the Morning Dew

Chapter 5: Comedian and Chill

Chara's POV

 The car pulled to a stop at the small box that people would speak into to give their order. Me and Frisk had decided that we were just going to be lazy and eat at Burger King for breakfast. "Um, I guess..." I began speaking into the little box. "I guess we'll have two of those, um... croissan'wiches? They look like breakfast." Then, I heard a familiar, raspy voice. "Would you like anything else with that order?" "Um, no, we're fine." "Would you like a hotcat?" I leaned out the window and began angrily prodding the speaker box. "You listen here comedian, I came here for breakfast, not your stupid pet switch shenanigans!" Frisk sighed, and gave herself a facepalm. "Okay, drive around to the next window." said you-know-who (Not Voldemort,).

I drove the car slowly to the next window, and stopped. A bony hand reached out to take the wad of one's I had in my hand. Then, the smiling face of Sans appeared at the window. He was wearing one of the Burger King uniforms instead of his blue jacket, and he stared at me, as though he was chill with me being next to Frisk, ordering breakfast.

Sans held out the Burger King bag to me, and I snatched it quickly out of his hand. "One of these days comedian, you'll pay for the shit you've put me through." I said angrily. "Hey." He replied. He leaned forward, out the window. His eye blazed with blue flame, or magic, or whatever. "Watch your language, there are kids here, and the last thing I want is for their parents to sue this establishment. We get paid minimum wage as it is (Not in the real Burger King, just a fictional scenario.)," He poked my nose with one of his long, white fingers. "So you had better shut your trap before I jump out there and beat you senseless." Sans said darkly. He then pulled himself back into the window. "Have a nice day." He said sarcastically to me. "Heya Frisk, you should drop by my place again. I don't think that other girl would, Chara-bout it." I growled at his terrible pun, and I clutched the steering wheel so hard, my fingernails dug into the palm of my hand. I then drove away without saying goodbye to the comedian.

I drove in silence. The trees shot by without a second glance, and Frisk sat quietly next to me. She stared at me, with a shocked expression. She looked as though I was going to lash out at any moment. "Hey, are you going to eat, or are ya' just gonna stare at me like that?" I asked her. She kept staring at me. I tried to ignore it by staring out the front window, at the road, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see her blank face, watching my every move. I pulled over into the bicycle lane, and the car stopped with a squeal. I covered my face with my hands, and tiredly rubbed my eyes. Frisk just stared.

"Frisk... why are you looking at me like that?" I asked her, setting my hands on my lap. I knew she wouldn't give a response, but I waited anyway. "Frisk... I know that I should be nice to the com-... I mean Sans, but we don't have a good history together." I said to her. She gave me a quizzical look. I sighed.

I unbuckled, and turned my back to Frisk. I lifted the back of my shirt, exposing my bare back to Frisk. My back was covered in scars, and just thinking about them made my insides tingle. "Yeah, somehow bones can do that." I put my shirt back down and turned to Frisk. She seemed to understand a little better.

"So... see? Me and that skeleton have had it with each other since day one. Apparently the resets never affected his memory. He remembers every life I took, every time I swung a knife." I then stared blankly out the front windshield. I felt my stomach churn itself into a knot.

I could feel... I felt like... I felt bad for what I did back in the underground. I knew that the reset I had done with Frisk had changed most of it, but the underground was kind of a work in progress future. Things worked, but not a lot.

"Frisk... I just... I don't know..." I covered my face with my hands once again. I did not want Frisk to see me like this, but I couldn't think of anything to say. "Look... we could talk about this back at home... please?" There was silence. "Mm-hmm..." Frisk replied. She put her hand on my shoulder. I nuzzled it with my over-blushed cheek. Her hand was smooth, and warm. "Eat now..." I said quietly to her. "Please..."

Frisk took her hand away, and reached into the BK bag. She pulled out a large lump in a wrapper. She unwrapped it, and took a bite of the croisandwich. "Mmm..." she sighed. She took an even larger bite. "Good, huh?" I asked her as she stuffed the rest of it into her mouth. She nodded her head. I had lost my appetite due to the argument I just had with Sans.

"You can eat the other one too, I'm not really hungry." Frisk took the other one, and ate it even quicker than the first one. I began driving again. Frisk took a brown napkin from the bag, and dabbed her face with it. Frisk stuffed the wrappers, and the napkin back in the bag, and crumpled it up. She threw it on my lap, and giggled. I chuckled back. "Don't sass me around!" I said flirtatiously. I grabbed the bag, and tossed back at Frisk. "Okay, enough... I'm trying to drive." I said as she tossed the trash back at me.

After more driving, we pulled back into the driveway. We entered our apartment, and we could hear Flowey's GameBoy beeping. "The batteries are dying! Get me some new ones!" Flowey tried to hand his console to me when I stepped into the room. I went to the end table by the bed, and pulled out a couple of triple 'A' batteries, and put them in Flowey's pot. "Okay, first of all, these are triple 'A's, I need double 'A's! Second of all, I'm only a frickin' plant! I don't have the strength to do it!"

I left the room without helping that flower, and I stepped into the living area. Frisk was on the couch, watching the morning news through cable. Frisk always knew more about cable and tech stuff then I did. I sat next to Frisk on the couch, and put my arm around her. She leaned her head against my shoulder (If you couldn't tell, we like doing that.). "There is a sixty five percent chance of heavy rainfall, so you should get comfy with a nice book. Speaking of which, the library... um... the librarby, will be closed until further notice due to relentless book theft. If you have any questions please contact the librarby at the following number." The man then gave out the phone number for the librarby.

The rest of the day was just watching strange shows with Frisk. At one point, I went to replace the batteries in Flowey's console, and take a nice, warm shower. After I put my sweater, and my jeans back on, I went back to Frisk. She was still on the couch, but she looked sleepy. I stared silently at her droopy face, then I picked her up, and held her in my arms like a mother would a baby.

She didn't seem to weigh to much. I carried her into the bedroom (Lenny face intensifies) and set her gently down on the. Despite her being my girlfriend, I felt uncomfortable changing her, so I just left her in her sweater and jeans, and I tucked her in. She looked so beautiful as she slept on. I stared dreamily at her. I loved her so much, and I just wanted to hug her at that moment.