Fanfics (ships form Undertale)

Come back, Chara |Charisk (one shot)

I had been there so many times that I could not count them, that bed of golden flowers that began to flourish as if by magic long ago.

From the first time he felt a strange sense of deja vu, and it was not to be less to understand that down there, for many years in the past his mother had buried, after loading a long way throughout the kingdom, the body lifeless from her daughter.

Somewhat grim in the first place, but after a while he could not stop his natural curiosity from coming to light after many months after he had established his life there.

Everything felt so happy that it seemed to be a dream, I felt that I had already saved everything that could be saved.

He had even had to convince a certain golden flower to join, and although it was sometimes a headache, he did not feel regret for anything.

He had even done a favor to the skeleton brothers by bringing a forgotten scientist from a crack in the void.

But anyway, in an abandoned subterranean world, she felt something was still there.

...
Do you know that unpleasant feeling of having forgotten something important? Not an object.
Not a group of objects ...

Like that childhood friends you forgot when you started to grow up, like that toy you spent hours with and now puts dust in an old box.
That was the closest feeling I had experienced last week.

He stirred in his bed, groaning.
Finally she could not go back to sleep as if nothing was wrong. He took his hand from the bed and began to feel the table at night where several things were found.
Drawing sheets, a glass of water, an old necklace and finally a digital clock.
I look at the numbers shining red, the color of his soul, and they marked 4:28 in the morning of Thursday.
He pulled back the purple sheets and yawned.
He put on his usual outfits, a striped sweater, gray-brown pants, and brown running boots, and done that, he sat on the rug.

With his hands on his chest and out of it came a crimson-red glow, showing a heart a little larger than his palm of soft and somewhat damp texture.
He stared at her for a while, then gave her a typical grin.

I frown a little, then I keep his soul.

"Frisk?" That squeaky voice made his way out of the house, was on a coffee table, in a pot.

-*I have to go out.

"Do you know that Toriel is going to kill you if you know that you left at this hour?" Oh it would be a shame that ... "I did not finish his possible threatening attempt because Frisk had chosen to ignore it at biblical levels." Hey! Frisk! "But she had already crossed the door and out of there." Huh ... "The golden flower only remained thoughtful for a while." What the hell would be so important as to leave the house at dawn.

The cold wind hit his face, shaking his hair.
The street of those suburbs at night, he stayed thinking a second or two where he was, but finally decided to run as fast as his short legs would allow.

The road was long and more than once she seriously thought of turning, but she had not come to where she was giving up, she kept walking until she left the city, and once again ...

There was Mount Ebott.