Frisk's Pov:
"Come on,Chara! You're so slow!"
"I'm coming I'm coming. And if you have a problem, then slow down!"
We walked to the park, laughing the whole way their. The smile on her face made my heart race.
"I love you!"
"Aww frisk, I love you too!"
I open my eyes and look at the ceiling. Tears sting my eyes and a sob escapes my throat. I turn to the side of the bed she slept on and sob more. The door opens and Toriel runs to me.
"My child! Are you okay?" She embraces me.
"Mom...go away..."
She looks hurt but backs away,"I'll be in the living room if you need me." She walks slowly out of the room.
....why can't Chara be in the living room? That's where she should be. Not six feet under the ground. I feel the mixed emotions rising in my chest.
Aww frisk! I love you too!
Her words echo through my mind. I want to believe she loved me. But why would she jump down again if she did? Was I enough..?
Toriel's Pov:
Frisk hasn't left her room much since it happened. She hasn't touched her food either. The only time we see her is when she leaves to go the the graveyard. It pains me to see my child in such pain, but there is nothing to be done about it. Sans has been extremely worried and is spending a lot of time outside. I see this as strange because I didn't think Chara's passing would affect him so much. They seemed almost like rivals; but I suppose true feeling are hid until it is to late.
I sit on my chair reading a book when I hear light footsteps coming from the hallway. I look up from my book.
"G-goat mom?"
"Yes, my child?"
"I'm sorry..."
"For what?"
She doesn't respond. I get concerned and walk to her. I see her skin is pale, most likely from malnourishment.
"M-mom I didn't mean to...it's my fault"
I frown and hug her tightly.
Don't leave me too
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An Angels Love and A Demons Heart
FanfictionFrisk has freed the monsters...even saved the infamous demon,Chara. Although they helped the demon against their will, they hope to change their mind and help them be happy. What will have to happen? And what will become of them? ( art not mine, cre...