Orphan (Charisk ver.)

Dance to death?

She crouched down as she continued to cough. Frisk immediately crouched down with a worried look on his face but before he could ask if she was ok, she stood up and waved it off.

"It's nothing, don't worry!" She sweat dropped with a smile. Frisk frowned; he didn't really believe her. However, he shook it off. If she said it wasn't much to worry about then he shouldn't worry about it right?

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☆Chara's POV☆

Seasons passed in the 12 months. Streets were filled with colours. The view from the back alley gave me warmth.

But winter was harsh. It filled me with coldness and hunger as I coughed as harsh as winter was being to me. I looked down at my pale, frail hands to see my own blood dripping down my palm. At that moment I realised.

"I'll die soon..." as I curled up against the wall. Almost lost in thought, wanting to eat something warm. I looked up at Ftisk who was holding out a chocolate bar.

"F-Frisk?"

"Hey Chara, I 'found' some chocolate for you. I thought you might like it..." he said. I continued to hug my knees close to my chest. I wanted to sleep on a soft blanket.

"Since you're not feeling good and all..." he continued. I know I've been wanting a lot. I should've been thankful for what I had; thankful for Frisk.

"Thank you Frisk. But if you could please fulfill this last..." I said before coughing. "Request"

He nodded at me as a look of concern crossed his features. In a state of haziness, I took your hand. A look of shock overcame his concern as his eyes focused on the blood still partially dripping from my pale hands which were almost as white as snow.

I took your hand and ran. I tried to ignore the pain in my chest and smiled while he now looked at me with a mixed expression of a wide array of emotions.

The sounds from the background... the warmth of his hand; I couldn't feel them anymore. His face turned almost purple. I could tell he felt the blood of my hand now drip onto his own.

I kept running into people and almost fell many times, hoping I wouldn't be late. Tears spilled from my eyes, getting blown away by the wind.

"Please let me keep the promise..." I prayed. "...Even if the end comes"

Our destination -- The winter sea. I let go of his hand and stared at the bleak mid-winter. Frisk shyly took my hand.

"Chara!" I turned to him confused. He slowly started to dance before he held out his hand with a warm, gentle smile. "May I have this dance?"

The last dance had nothing to do with music which continued on till death