Asriel X Chara (An Undertale FF)

Goodbye Asgore

Asgore has become very sick. His age isn't helping either.

Asriel has been stressed with becoming king.

I don't know what to do. Asgore is dying and Asriel is stressed.

I can't help in any way. I can't cure Asgore and I barely see Asriel. Frisk has been trying to look on the bright side of all of this.

Asriel is with Mettaton learning how to use his blaster thingy.

Frisk and I are watching tv and talking.

"I'm worried for Asriel ya know? He has a lot on his plate and I can't help." I say to Frisk.

She nods in agreement. "I don't know what to do either. There's not much we can do. Once he becomes king everything will be less chaotic. Have you thought about becoming queen?" Frisk asks.

My eyes go wide. "No not really. That seems like a lot. Me and Azzy would have get..." I freeze up at the thought.

"Chara?" Frisk asks.

Her phone starts ringing. "Mettaton? Why are you using Asriel's phone?...oh, I see, we're on our way now." Frisk grabs me and runs out the door.

"Where are we going?" I ask running close behind.

We come to Papyrus and Sans's house. Frisk bangs on the door.

"Frisk what is going on?" I ask.

Papyrus opens the door. Frisk pushes him out of the way and runs to Sans' room.

"IS SHE OK?" Papyrus asks me.

"I have no clue."

Frisk comes down with Sans. "Please you have to open one of your portal things to the castle." Frisk says.

"Ok ok. What is this for?" He asks opening a portal.

Frisk runs through it without answering.

"Wait Frisk!" I yell and run in after her.

We stumble out of the portal and into the castle.

"Come on." Frisk grabs me again and runs to the bedroom.

Mettaton is standing outside of the bedroom door. "Oh darlings you're here." Frisk walks in.

"What is going on?" I ask Mettaton.

"Come dearie." He says and leads me inside.

Asriel in kneeling down next to the bed with his face dug into the bed, Frisk in next to him. Toriel is on the other side.

I cover my mouth at the sight. Asgore's lifeless body on the bed.

Mettaton places a hand on my shoulder.

I knew one day Asgore was going to be gone but I never thought it would be so soon.

Toriel asks for some time alone and Frisk stands next to me before walking out. Asriel slowly gets up and walks out the door.

He puts his back to the wall in the hallway and slides down it silently crying.

Frisk and Mettaton stand close while I sit next to him.

"Why him? Why now?" Asriel asks with his face still in his hands.

That night we had a burial for Asgore.

A/N
I'm sorry! I know this is sad. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!