Truetale: Inner Demons

Chapter 7: A Typical Day

Chara POV

Apparently Asriel was allergic to chocolate. Too bad for him, he can't have the delicacy.

Asriel got up at about 6 A.M and was in the bathroom until I got up, which was about noon.

"Are you okay?" I ask

"Does it-" He lurches toward the toilet "Look like I'm okay?"

"No," I decide "I'll go get Gaster,"

"Hurry," Asriel tells me. As I run off, I hear retching behind me.

I run through the halls yelling Gaster's name to hopefully find him. He suddenly appears in front of me, causing me to tumble down to the ground.

"Yes, Chara?" He asks, looking down at me.

"Jeez! Can your whole family do that?" I ask, still panting.

"Yes, I taught them. What's your problem?" He asks again

"Asriel won't stop puking!" I tell him

"Hmm... Lets see," He grabs my shoulder, teleporting us back to the room. We seem to be back when I gave Asriel the chocolate piece.

"Well there's your problem," Gaster points out "His fathers side of the family is terribly allergic to chocolate. But one small piece shouldn't hurt, why is he so sick?"

I bury my face in my hands "We had a lot of chocolate last night. I even asked him if he was allergic! I'm so stupid,"

"No no Chara, there might be a way..," Gaster says, waving his hand out to make time go faster. It's like an instant replay, I don't think they can see us. Gaster stops when Asriel pulls out his SAVE crystal.

"He can go back to his SAVE," Gaster exclaims, then looks at me,"Tell Asriel to LOAD his save, then it should be better,"

"Alright, I will," I tell Gaster "Will I remember anything?"

"I don't believe so," Gaster says. Then I'm back in the room, except with sick Asriel and no Gaster.

"Asriel," I tell him "LOAD!", he looks at me with his eyes brightened up.

"LOAD!" He yells. Everything goes white

"Uh-huh," I tell Asriel, not paying any attention "Go Mettaton! Beat his ass!"

"W-what?" Asriel asks, sounding confused. I pry my attention away from the T.V to look at him.

"You look like a total mess! What happened?" I ask, staring at him. His fur is matted, his clothes are messed up and he smells terrible.

"I... I loaded my SAVE file," He says. I move to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Wow, what happened?" I ask him "How was it?"

"Well, I got really sick, by chocolate, I guess," He tells me

"Oh no! Are you still going to get sick?"

"No... Not as much I don't think," He says "I think it's from the few I had, or supposed to have later,"

I sigh in relief "Then, no more chocolate for you!" I point at him, using a motherly expression.

He chuckles "Fine, not like I wanted any of it anyways,"

I laugh "What's that supposed to mean?"

He just chuckles and sits on the bed with me. "So, you can tell the future?" I ask

"Uh, yeah I suppose I can," He replies

"So, can you tell me what's in my pocket?" I say, pointing to my side pocket.