Love - Fueled Revival

Chapter Three

// sorry bro guys. I'm delayed on updating.
i felt bad so I rushed this one.
Sorry sorry sorry and so on.

"Hey, Chara! I didn't know you were here, Toriel sai- oh, god. Are you okay?" Frisk asked, realizing half way through that Chara was crying, and seemed a bit fixated on what was in front of her.
It seemed she didn't close the door.

Chara glanced to Frisk, before rubbing her eyes.
"Can you see me?" Chara wondered, eyes blank.

"Of course, Chara. Why wouldn't I? Everyone can see you, Chara, don't worry." Frisk tried to comfort,

"I don't know, Frisk." Chara said, glancing back to the mirror,

"Why are you asking? What is
— oh." Frisk stepped in, and looked at the mirror.

Chara turned her head to Frisk, before looking back to the mirror.
"Yeah. You see that too, Right?" Chara asked.

"Yes, but.. well, that might just have to do with the fact that you're not in your actual body. It doesn't mean that we can't see you, and it definitely doesn't change the fact that we all love you." Frisk smiled, before putting a hand on Chara's face.

Between his index and thumb, he squished Chara's rosey, freckles cheeks,
"Plus, ghosts aren't squishy." Frisk commented simply.

Frisk felt satisfied from the sight of Chara smiling, and the sound of a light giggle.
"Or giggly. Chara, you're a terrible ghost. You're like
Really bad at it." He critiqued.

Chara swatted his hand away, feeling her cheeks burning warm.
"Stop!" Chara giggled quietly,

Frisk smiled,
"Just for you, sweetheart." He winked cheekily,

God, his eyes seemed to be practically shining a light blue.
Chara felt her ears and nose her warm this time, while her cheeks started to burn,
"I told you to stop!" Chara complained.

"I'm not doing anything?" Frisk raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly despite his confusion to what he might be doing to upset Chara.
"Oh my goodness, Are you blushing? Your face is red." He wondered, eyes wide. Frisk was grinning, because if there was a reason to feel smug, this was it.
He bested the arrogant smartass.
Of course, he'd never call her that,
And she was a lovely person,
But she was quite cocky. No matter how Frisk looked at it, it was just a character trait.

"No! No, I'm not. 'Blushing' is what I do every day, because I'm pale." Chara glanced off,
"I don't have time to for these accusations, I just wanted to wash my face and you interrupted me." Chara excused, leaving the bathroom.

"Oh, don't be that way, sweetheart." Frisk commented, following Chara down the hall.

Chara glanced back,
"Why are you like this." She wondered sarcastically.

"I'm trying to be nice, Chara. You seem quite upset by, —"
Frisk heard a ringing,
He glanced around, before frowning
"I'll be right back, Chara." Frisk said, seemingly, whatever lighthearted attitude he had faded to nothing.

Frisk walked into his room, picking up a phone, and answering it.
Chara followed, stopping at the doorway.

Frisk was silent, before replying,
"Hello,—
Speaking.—" He waited for whoever was on the phone to finish,
"Understandable, I'll be there soon." Frisk hung up.

Chara raised an eyebrow,
"You're busy?" She wondered.

"Yeah. I did tell you, right? I'm the 'ambassador of monsters', I have to go assist whenever an issue regarding monsters arises." Frisk said, heading over to a small closet in his room, pulling out a semi-dress button up shirt with a collar.