𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦

[05]

"Why are we doing this?"

I felt like I asked that question a lot, the words imprinted on my tongue. But Chara didn't hold any protests, only rolling her deep red eyes. She said humans hated them, but I loved them.

"Because we love King-Dad!" She sang, picking more of the golden flowers.

I pursed my lips. "I didn't think you would actually make the pie."

She didn't answer, silently picking.

"So, why are you doing this?"

Chara looked ahead, at the sunlight fluttering through the hole in the underground. The surface.

"Because I want to."

I didn't object that time. She continued her work.

"What does the recipe say again?" I say when she doesn't talk, too busy choosing the best of the buttercups. She picks the stem of one, twirling them between her thumb and index finger, then placing it with the others. Like routine.

She frowns, recollecting her memory. "Half-a-cup of butter, if I remember."

"Are you sure they meant buttercups?"

"Hmm.."

I glared hard at her back.

" I think so," she shrugged.

"Chara!" I shrieked, panicky as she pulled up another flower. "I thought you said - "

" - I did."

"But - "

"- And even if it's the wrong butter, Asriel, it won't do any harm, will it?" Chara hated being wrong.

"Well..."

I couldn't retort, I shut my muzzle. I suppose this time she was right, the flowers just harmless plants. I've grown up beside them my whole life, and they've done nothing wrong. Flowers are so innocent. Never heard of a bad flower. But maybe next time...

Maybe next time she'll be wrong.