My Equivalent, but different - A DoSSTale fanfic

Chapter 1: My life before her

It was the same old morning, like it had been for the past 100+ years. I woke up, groggy and aggravated, my dark brown and ginger hair in my face, small pieces of my locks trapped in my mouth, increasingly crawling down my throat. with a large cough, I force the hair away and take a deep sigh, my "feminine" hands, as Frisk put it, circling around the edge of my face to assure that no hair was in my face again.

"Well, isn't this just great," I softly grumble, heading for the bathroom just outside of my bedroom, looking at my bloody hands. Before looking at myself in the mirror, I quickly turned on the faucet. It made a squeaking sound, albeit quiet enough to assure the faucet wasn't close to breaking. My vermillion eyes scan up to the mirror, drooping and dark. Silently, I tell myself "Take a shower, Chara," before pulling a dark green towel with orange spots out of the closet.

In the room a few doors down, I could hear Frisk wake up. He-well, I should say they, but we both just assume the other is male, by voice and body structure..in which case, Frisk is right about my gender- heads towards the bathroom I was in as I grip the clips of my black suspenders, unhooking them. Frisk knocks on the door, mumbling through the old and withered wood, "I gotta pee, Chara..." I just sigh, growling before my scarlet colored harem pants fall. I forgot where I got them, but they were my favorite-and bloody. Frisk sighs and walks away, listening to the water hit the shower floor.

Next, I grab the shampoo, conditioner, and wash from the cabinets above the sink, sitting them on the shelf on the shower, taking off my sweater while doing so. The once white tanktop I had underneath was soaked in blood, and covered In years of dirt stains, sperm from the times I have had...ehh.. with one of those women on the other side of town, and various juices I had to try for Asriel's sake, now a beige and ugly brown-violet tye dye pattern aside from the maroon splotches. I never cared to wash my clothes, but I felt like I should do it frequently. But knowing me, Chara, I don't listen to myself. That's why I have blood on my clothes.

After I get into the shower, welcomed by scalding hot water, which I love, Frisk opens the door, the silhouette of the 2 year younger yokai prominent because of the large fluffy tail. What a cutie...what, I said nothing. That's just my best friend I'm talking about, he's like a brother. Besides, he has a crush on that goat girl thing.. I forgot her name, I just know it starts with an S. He takes my clothes, telling me that he's gonna wash my clothes. I just nod, tilting my head up towards the water, a small puff of fire coming from the back of my throat, extinguished by the water. Then I pick up the body wash, my hands reaching towards the red loofah hanging from the shower head. In one movement, I get the body wash all over me, and start scrubbing off all the stains. Thoughts run through my head, while I wash out my hair with the shampoo.

When I step out, I wrap a towel around my pelvic area, and look at myself in the foggy mirror. Damn, I look handsome. I was clean and well groomed, my hair in a wet and dashing mess, although my face still didn't say "totally a model and not a man-whore murderer" just yet. I just shrugged it off, going back into my room. While going through the drawers, I notice the same clothes, but in different colors. Wanting to try something new, I grab a cream-orange colored button up, maroon jeans, and go through the closet for the "clean clone" of my usual dark brown dress shoes. Finally locating them, I put the outfit on, after putting on some striped boxers. I close the closet door, looking into the mirror. The ripped sleeves of the shirt gave it a ragged yet..stylish look, the pants only covered in small bleach stains towards the bottom. I shrug it off, rushing downstairs. I see Frisk at the table, eating cereal with his tail covering the seat.

"Did you go piss?" "Yup. Nice pants."

I nod, a small grin on my face. The kitchen had been clean, although we still couldn't get rid of the rips down the wall and cracks in the floor; This house was 150 years old, after all. Any renovations done now would break down the entire house. I move over to the cabinets, pulling out some chocolate. A second of debate fills my mind before I move the breathtakingly pure silver wrapper, revealing the sweetened cacao bar. I place the corner into my mouth, scanning back at Frisk before biting a chunk off. The delicacy melts within my mouth, covering my tongue in flavored paradise. I slide the solid piece down my throat, a moan-like sound escaping my throat. Had this been the key to pure happiness? God, I loved it. Totally better than a woman straddling my lower half while we are naked. It was easier to achieve, too. Frisk grins at me, his tanuki ears twitching.

"Does it feel nice to be clean and eat your favorite food?"

"Better than stabbing someone in their gut and feeling their stomach wrench around the knife, Frisk."

His eyes roll, still smiling. "I guess you would know both feelings, Chara," he jokes. I shrug, sitting across from him. I place the other corner on my tongue, lowering my teeth and biting into it before it melted in the warm, moist abyss of my mouth. We looked like two brothers enjoying a nice breakfast of cereal and what used to be called Hershey's milk chocolate until 2050. We could pass for that, too. Frisk stops eating, watching me take small bites of my chocolate. I just keep going, letting the luxurious sweet fill my mouth. Seconds later, he looks back down and keeps eating, humming between each bite and gulp. When I finish, I stand up and throw the wrapper away, yawning loudly. Then, I exit the house after telling Frisk and Asriel goodbye.