Determination (Discontinued)

Twelve

The remaining four; Toriel, Asriel, Frisk, and Chara.

They all collect themselves, Chara nearly feeling faint after awhile which causes Frisk to rush over and help her towards the door. Dropping a few knocks, the door was opened to the overly flamboyant robot, Mettaton. "Darlings," He coos, opening the door to the group. "Come on in! I'm already guessing the Anti-monsters are on your tail, right?"

"Correct," Chara groans out, her eyes glancing towards the door. Frisk lead them all inside, leaning Chara against a wall. "Let's just skip the pleasantries," she groans out again, "just show us to our rooms so we could rest, alright?"

Mettaton glanced at the girls, then to the goats. He sighs and shrugs, taking lead at this point in time and shows them all to their different rooms. Asriel had his own, in which he was entirely happy about. Toriel's was right next door to Asriel's, and down the hall from Metta's.

Mettaton introduced Chara and Frisk to their new bedroom, but Chara shook her head slightly. "Could we be farther away from everyone else?"

"Why would that be, darling?" He questions, crossing his arms. "Better be a reasonable explanation."

Frisk opened her mouth to speak, but Chara interrupted. "I wanna talk to Frisk. And in case the conversation grows rather heated and we start possibly yelling or worse, I wouldn't wish for the rest of you all to hear."

"And could you maybe not have the room bugged like last time?" Frisk mutters softly under her breath, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. Chara glances towards her. She sighs; Frisk still remembers the last time they came.

Chara only nodded in agreement. "The conversations we will possibly share will only be between the two of us and not you." She glares towards Mettaton, making him tense up at the sight. "We are not a part of your stupid fucking reality show. We are just here for a few days at most and would LOVE it if you don't have us on camera or on audio." Her irises vanished, her eyes becoming as black as the void. Black fluid flowed from her sockets and down her cheeks. This sent shivers up Mettaton's spine. "I don't care who you might be to Frisk and the others, but I won't hesitate to dismantle you and hold your head on a mantel in my room. Understand?"

Mettaton nods frantically, walking farther ahead of the two to one, keep distance between them and perhaps keep his life and two, to lead them to their room. He stops at a room at the end of the hallway, the girls following slightly behind. Mettaton stands in front of the door then glances at the girls and takes a deep breath, opening the door and stepping inside himself, shutting the door behind him. Frisk takes a glance towards Chara, she doing the same. They both held back a laugh.

"Gonna take a guess there were some cameras," Frisk giggles out, covering her mouth a bit.

"Or," Chara manages, turning her head and coughing a bit into her arm, "the room was bugged with mics."

The girls exchange glances before letting their laughter pass their lips, "Or both!"

The bedroom opens to a tall robot covered in wires and cameras, taking longs struts out of the room while holding the equipment. The girls looked over to him as he passed them, waiting for an okay to enter. "You may go inside now, darlings," the robot says with a grunt. "The room is camera and mic free. Enjoy-"

Chara raises a finger to ask if all cameras and mics were gone just to be sure, but Frisk took hold of Chara's lifted arm and pulled her into the room without further hesitation, shutting the door tightly and locking it behind them.

Chara sighs softly as she makes way to the bed, taking a seat on the comfy mattress. She glances over to Frisk, seeing the girl rest her head against the door with her hand continuously tightening and loosening on the doorknob. The crimson eyed woman raised an eyebrow over to her lover as she leans back on the bed. "Frisk," she calls, "You alr-"

"It hurts." Frisk replies. Chara's expression softened slightly. "To know your fiancé died by the hands of your enemies," she slowly turns to glance back, looking to Chara as tears fell from her eyes.

Chara sits up straight. "I did it to pr-"

"You knew there were TOO MANY TO FIGHT BACK!" Frisk cried out. "If you noticed there were MORE of them showing up, why didn't you RUN?" Her grip onto the knob tightened a bit. The older girl glanced to her left in response.

"I did what I had to do in order to protect you." She finally replies, standing up from her spot on the bed, taking a step towards Frisk. "It's my JOB now, Frisk. I fought off as many as I could until mom and the others got th-" Chara paused for a moment. "FRISK I NEED TO GO!"

The brunette glared towards Chara. "No!" She released her hand from the knob, swiping her hand in front of her. "You died once! I'm not about to do another flipping RESET to bring you back!"

"Mom's back there!" Chara shouted, walking over to the door. "I at least need to go and help!"

"THE UNDYING, CHARA!"

"YOU KNOW DAMN WELL SHE ISN'T THAT STRONG!" Chara retorts. "WE KILLED HER BEFORE - DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THAT!"

Frisk was taken aback. Her expression softens and glances down.

Chara takes a few breaths before she pauses again, realizing exactly what she said. She bites her lip slightly before taking a step towards Frisk. "Wait. I didn't mean that-" Frisk didn't respond, and it hurt the other. She sighs softly, walking over to the girl and wrapping her arms around her tightly. "I didn't mean to say that, Frisky. You know that."

The brunette was silent. She only responded by slowly enveloping the taller girl within her arms, hugging her loosely. "..I know.."

The demon tightened her hold on her lover, resting her head on Frisk's shoulder, "You know I wouldn't purposely bring that up." She glances to her right. "...I'm sorry."

Frisk pulled back slightly from the hug, looking Chara in the eyes. Maroon to crimson, both filled with regret. The shorter girl places her hands onto Chara's cheeks, her thumbs caressing the soft, flawless skin. The older girl only leaned into the touch.

"I swear," Said a distorted voice coming from behind the two as a window sounded shut. Frisk became pale and Chara slowly glanced towards the voice. "If you two start devouring each other's faces, I'm going to puke."

There sat Flowey, comfortable on the nightstand in his slightly chipped flowerpot. The demon glared, her eyes morphing. She slipped past her fiancé and walked over to the nightstand to a cowering flower, grabbing onto his pot and opening the window, and chucking him back out.

"AND..." She holds her hand over her eyes. "HE'S OUTTA HERE!"

Frisk holds back a slight laugh as she walks back over to Chara, wrapping her arms around her waist. Chara glanced back, resting her hands on top of Frisk's arms. "Undyne'll be fine. Let's just lay down. You can call her to be sure if you want." Frisk insisted.

Chara sighs. "Alright." She gave a slight smile.

"Lets rest up a bit."