#1 Bro-The Chara Chapter

Frisk

  The sun was shining as Frisk and Sans walked to the human grocery store...it had been four years since the monsters moved to the surface world.
  Humanity was struggling to accept them.
  And Sans still didn't get the concept of a car...so there they were, walking to Walmart.
  "Sans? Don't you get hot in that hoodie?" Frisk asked, smirking.
  The skeleton pulled back his hood and looked up at them. Frisk had grown in those last four years. They were sixteen years old, now.
  "Naw, kid. I have a difficult time feeling physical discomfort," Sans answered.
  "Ah, I see..." Replied Frisk, as the duo finally set foot in Walmart's parking lot.
  "So...how long have humans had Walmart?" Sans questioned with a puzzled expression.
  Frisk shrugged.
  As they entered the store's doors, a guard quickly grabbed Sans by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall.
  "Just a pat-down, sir," The man informed him, frisking him from skull to slippers.
  Sans' left eye glowed blue and gold for a moment, but Frisk motioned for him to 'calm down'.
  So he took a deep breath as the security officer let him go.
  Frisk scowled at the patrol as Sans rejoined them.
  "Kid," he sighed, "I betcha I'd be toast if it weren't for you..."
  "Hey, no problem!" Frisk smiled.
  The two walked inside and went to the kitchen section to get a new pot...Sans had blasted the last one.
  While he was browsing the selection, Frisk walked down the aisle to look at the other merchandise.
  But they stopped short when they saw silverware...among the spoons, forks, and sporks were knifes. Shiny, sharp knives.
  They stared at them for a second, before taking one and looking at their reflection in it.
  "Frisk!" Sans shouted, running towards them.
  They immediately put the knife back, turning to him.
  When he got to them, both of his pupils had disappeared...he was very serious.
  "Frisk," he panted, "please don't touch the cutlery!"
  Frisk rolled their eyes.
  "Sans...trust me. I won't turn into Chara, again..." They argued.
  "We don't know that, kid," Sans insisted.
  He took their hand and led them to the registers, where he then paid for the pan he chose and rushed Frisk out the door.
  The sky had become cloudy while they were shopping.
  Then it started to rain.