Charisk with the Morning Dew

Chapter 6: Lost Calls

Frisk's POV 

Warm rays beamed through the shades, splitting through the dim light in the apartment. I knew that I had to leave the comfort of my bed soon, however all determination had been drained from me, just like every morning. I felt weighted to the bed, unable to pry myself from it's comfort.

My clothes stuck to my body, I could feel warm drops of sweat drip down my forehead, which was pulsing painfully. I sat up, and found that the blanket wasn't draped over me, yet my sweater clung to my warm figure. I rubbed my fists over my eyes childishly, and gulped a deep breath of warm air. I turned, and saw that Chara was not laying next to me.

I stood up slowly, and felt the desire to stretch so far, that I resembled a magenta and bright-blue pancake. A long, low yawn escaped my lips, and I dropped my arms to my sides, and felt a surge of relief pass through me.

With each step I took, I swayed slightly on the spot as I slowly made my way to the balcony outside of the apartment. The door to the balcony was ajar, as though it was inviting me outside. I creaked the door the rest of the way open, and stepped out into the chilly morning air. It was definitely warmer inside than it was outside. A familiar form stood only feet away, leaning on the railing.

Clad in a green tank-top, bearing a horizontal yellow stripe through the middle, stood Chara Dreemurr. I approached her, and I stood next to her. I stared down at the distant ground below, blanketed in a thin layer of frost. I looked over at Chara.

As usual, her eyes carried discoloration, and her skin was pale. Her irises were blood red, and her pink blush had been heavily overdone. In her hand, she held something that glowed red. Despite me standing there, Chara continued to look into the horizon, where a glimmer of orange blended with the pink that made up half of the dawn's sky. No more stars winked down at her, and clouds were visible, and shadowed grey.

Chara turned to look at me, and I felt her eyes pierce my soul. Her mouth twitched into a fake grin. "Good morning." she said tiredly. "Did you sleep well?" I replied with a nod. Her fake smile vanished, and she let out a long sigh. "That's good... I was only thinking of this;" and she opened the palm that held the glow, and I saw a heart. It looked neither gas, nor liquid, nor solid. It was completely red, yet there were a few small cracks in the face of it, and black smoke poured out of it.

"Do you remember how it looked back when you found me?" she said. I felt my heart pounding out of my chest, as I recalled the fresh memory of me returning to Mount Ebott to find a teenage girl, with only slight traces of a determined soul, and a massive thirst for blood that I never fulfilled for her. I gulped in the chilled morning air, and I nodded in reply.

Chara chuckled, and she pressed her soul against her chest, where it sunk back in, and it's glow faded.

"Well, I'm gonna get dressed now." As Chara spoke these words, it struck me that Chara was going to be on Mettaton's cooking show tomorrow! I enjoyed thinking about how the show had a fantastic reboot when the barrier was broken, and since Mettaton is a robot, the show will never end! That is, until the world is ridden of anybody who knows how to maintain Mettaton.

Mettaton's deep voice played through my head, as though it had just echoed through the pink-tinted dance floor I found myself on years ago. I could vividly remember smoke bellowing out of every nook and cranny of the box-shaped robot, until it filled the room, along with a deep voice. A deep voice filled with triumph, and excitement, "Oh yes!" as the box robot transformed into what Alphys called "Mettaton E.X." He was a humanoid robot sleek, black hair, knee-length hot-pink boots, and a chest piece with a dial and a speaker. He also had jet-black leggings, and shoulder blades.

Another memory struck me, but it was more fuzzy, and somehow when I thought of it, my soul would ache. This memory, despite being fuzzy, I understood as Mettaton's final form. I wasn't sure what it was called, but listening to Alphys talk to Undyne all day seemed to yield the name "Mettaton N.E.O."

"Hey, Frisk, where the hell is my phone!?" Chara shouted from inside the apartment. I raced inside after her angered voice, and noticed that Chara seemed tense, as she tore the cushions from the sofa, searching for her phone. "You're the only one who lives with me Frisk! You should know what happened to it!" I knew that that very night, Chara had left her phone on the bedside table, but it wasn't there when I rushed in to look.

I searched under the bed, around the bedside table, inside the closet, and then came to a conclusion that it wasn't there.

An idea then struck me like lightning.

I rushed into the bathroom, turned on my phone, then went to UnderNet.

The first thing I saw was a strip of photos of myself, in various poses. Sleeping, leaning over a balcony, sleeping, watching TV, sleeping. Above the post were the grey words:

"UPLOAD BY: BadTimeSnas. 2:07 A.M." following those words, was a short description from the uploader: "I found @CharaDreemurr 's phone and I accidentally uploaded her entire scrap album of @FriskPacifistTime! Whoopee!"

A rock fell into my stomach as I stared at those photos. This was definitely something that Chara wouldn't be happy about. However, I debated whether I should have told her, or not told her. If I didn't tell her, she would be furious that I didn't, and her angry face melt hasn't exactly stopped in the past years, nor did it look pretty. Then again, if I told her, the only bit of Sans that might be left was half of his Humerus bone. (Badum tss!)

Thoughts of possibilities streaked across my mind, and I felt unusually uncomfortable with Sans, one of my closest friends since my fall into the Underground, my dunkle who always knew ways to lift my spirits as a child, and would always give me a good time. This skeletal man now seemed like the devil himself.