Chara x Frisk

Chapter 3

"Chara, time to wake up." I heard a faint voice call.

"Charaaaa. Get uppp." Frisk.

"Noo I don't w...." I mumbled, unrecognizable from my sleep grogginess.

"Yes you do want to, time to get up." I felt her shake my shoulder.

"Ugh, fine." I groaned opening my eyes. I hate mornings.

"Hey, you are alive!" She joked.

"I mean technically, I'm still dead." I responded drowsily. I saw her roll her eyes as she held out a plate.

"What's that?" I asked sitting up.

"Look and maybe you'll see." She teased. I rubbed my eyes, and focused on the plate. My vision cleared and I saw eggs, bacon, and a bar of chocolate. I felt my eyes widen at the chocolate... CHOCOLATE.

"Oh my god, you got chocolate!?!" I exclaimed.

"Haha, yes I did. Here you go." She said handing me the plate.

I grabbed the chocolate bar and tore off the wrapper, taking a giant bite into it. Mm, it tasted so good. I hadn't had chocolate in so long.

"Wow, eager to eat that chocolate, huh?" She giggled.

"I told you... I loveeeee chocolate." I answered between bites.

She walked over and sat back on her bed, picking up a plate of her own.

"Thanks, Frisk." I said looking at her. She smiled back at me with a nod.

"You're welcome, Chara."

I wonder why she's being so nice to me? I've noticed this a thought I've been thinking about a lot. Everything always comes back to this one train of thought. I thought about asking her, but I knew she would just say the second chances, forgiving, and all that other stuff she always said. No matter how many times she said it, or how it made me feel when she said it, I still thought about the question often.

I looked up and took a breath, about to ask, but decided not to. I looked back down to my chocolate and devoured the rest.

I ate the rest of my food and put my plate to the side. I looked over at Frisk, who was very delicately eating her food. I found it kind of cute... Wait no, what am I saying. We are just friends, and new ones at that.

"Wow, pretty hungry I see." Frisk said noting my empty plate. I grinned.

"Yeah, the egg could have used a little more, majoram, and basalt." I said mimicking an Italian person.

"Oh, could've it now?" She asked back.

"Yep."

"Oh, I am very sorry Mr. Chef, next time there will be extra majoram, and basalt." She added, using an Italian accent of her own. I smirked.

"My accent was better."

"Haha, please Chara." She laughed.

I raised an eyebrow at her questionably.

"Are you saying... you think your accent is better than mine?"

"I don't know... maybe I am." She smirked.

"Oh reallyyy." I remarked.

"Indeed Mr. Chef, I am Italino, no?" She asked using Italian gestures and scrunching up her face. It was amazing.

I laughed before saying,

"Ah, you are indeed a dork, no?"

"Chara!" She playfully yelled.