One Killer Crush (Sans x Chara)

chapter six: Couch Shmouch

Jesus fuck, he looks so small, how is it that he's so flippin' heavy all of a sudden?!

Chara struggled to make it all the way up the steps. She silently cursed Mettaton for throwing a huge party while having so many damn stairs to climb up. He should have, at the very least, provided multiple spots downstairs to sit at, or better yet, a whole VIP section just for close friends and colleagues. But noooo, his first thought was to throw a party for his cousin at his home. She feels sorta bad for the guy. Poor Napsta.

As she struggled up the steps, Sans had begun to stumble, making it even more difficult for her to keep up. Him doing so causes her to almost fall backward.

"I'm not going to allow you to kill me today, you smiling prick," Chara groans out, pulling herself forward to keep her balance, "not, today. Not ever."

Within two minutes of struggles, Chara made it up the stairs, dragging Sans by his arms. She glances back, seeing an empty couch. Her crimson eyes gleamed, wasting no time to push aside the people in her way just to toss the silver-haired male onto the object. He landed with a grunt, instantly turning onto his side, into the couch's cushions. With an exhausted sigh, she walked over, lifted up his head and rested him on her lap, toward the people. In the state he's in, he likely won't remember her doing this.

She just wanted to sit down too.

Chara retrieves her phone, tapping the screen. She wanted to call Frisk to let her know she was upstairs, on a couch, with a well-known skeleton brother. As she dialed the number,  she glanced down to Sans, seeing him slowly dozing off to sleep. She released an aggravated sigh, raising her hand before hesitantly lowering it onto his head, petting him. This only helped him ease into his sleep faster. She smiled. Chara smiled. 

She then heard the phone pick up on the opposite end, hearing music blaring. And then a voice is heard. "Oh, Chara, hi. Frisk handed me the phone." It was Napsta. "What's up?"

Chara sighed softly, continuing to pet Sans' head gently as he slept. "Just let Frisk know I'm upstairs. Seems like I'm in front of the balcony?" She glanced around, trying to see past the people. She only shrugged it off. "I'm with the smiling bastard."

"Sans?" Asked Napsta. She hums in response. "That's odd. But alright. She heard you loud and clear."

"Cool," She snickered softly, "Then she'll hear this too; I loooove you, Frisky-bits!" She heard a faint squeal on the opposite end despite the music that was blaring. This causes Chara to laugh softly. "Also, I might have to leave soon. Napsta, I'm sure you'll keep an eye on Frisk right? And if she wants to leave you'll escort her home?"

Napsta was quiet on the other end. It was only a moment after did he sigh, "yeah, I'll take her home. Why are you leaving?"

"Trashbag doesn't look too good," She says bluntly, her fingers playing with his hair slightly. "I was gonna take him to our place and let him sleep in our guest room." She pulled the phone away from her ear, before shouting, "Now Frisk, be a good girl and stay by Napsta during this shit show, alright! If you happen to even come home with a single scratch I'm gutting Napsta and whoever caused it."

Napsta gasped, immediately responding, "Wh-why me?! Chara I won't allow anything to happen to her I swear!"

"Better not." She says with a hint of sternness. "I'll see you guys. Happy birthday."

She hangs up, looking down at the pale man resting on her lap. She sighed softly, leaning back on the couch, continuing to brush her hand through his hair. "You know, I like you more when you're quiet. Maybe you should sleep more often." She gave a quiet chuckle. "Maybe not on me though." Her eyes looked out into the crowd, observing her surroundings. To her left, the guests made the party look as if it were a molly and the reason she knows is that she was dragged to go by Frisk by accident, as they both didn't know what they both were going to get themselves into. To the center, it looked more like a moshpit. Chara enjoyed moshpits, but this one seemed to be a bit dangerous for her to even join in due to her small structure. The people inside would have likely crushed her and sent her to a hospital.

Perhaps she should jump right in with the smiling bastard, give them a quicker ticket to leave.

Chara shakes her head, looking to her right. Now this side, this is an actual looking party. Full of drunks, people sucking their faces dry, dancing and singing - and it wasn't as crowded over this way. Narrowing her eyes slightly as she looked out into the crowd, she managed to spot three familiar people, in which being Mettaton, Napsta, and Frisk. The speechless girl laid upon Napsta's back as she pointed forward, telling him where she wanted to go. Of course, the pale male only laughed in her direction, shaking his head. That scene made Chara chuckle softly.

"Is this man your boyfriend or something?" A voice called from her right. Chara snapped her head in their direction, glaring toward them.

"Hell no," She snaps. "He's a peer from school. He isn't feeling we-"

This woman. She remembered her exactly. When searching for Sans in the crowd below, she and her eyes met briefly as they passed each other. Her slim figure within her blue dress, her sky blue eyes - she couldn't mistake her for anyone else. "Oh?" She says, raising a cup to her lips. "So you wouldn't mind if I took him as my own then, yeah?"

Chara held back the urge to curse her out in her native tongue, huffing and looking to the male in her lap. He slept so peacefully. She releases a soft sigh, looking back to the woman, who's eyes rested on the sleeping male. "Sorry, no." She shuts her eyes, leaning back in her seat and continuing to pet Sans' sleeping head. "What's so spectacular about this guy to you? He's a lazy, good-for-nothing, ketchup drinking bastard." She turns her attention back to the woman, still seeing that her eyes rested on Sans. She raises a hand, snapping her fingers to have her look towards herself. "Up here, toots." She glared softly. "You'll only be disappointed. So steer clear."

The woman only scoffed in response. "It seems more like you're refusing to share what you believe is yours." She took another drink from her cup. "Just say that you like him and I'll leave him alone."

...What?

Chara's expression softened slightly before she glared down at the male. She shifted slightly in his spot, turning to face her stomach. Does she like him? More than a peer? The two had always butt heads so she never knew. And if she did, did he like her in return? She thought about this for a while, but almost always pushed the thought to the back of her head. For a long while, she did love Asriel as he and his family took her in, and he admired her regardless of her looks and personality. She felt she could kind of be herself, of course, holding back some tendencies.

Does she like Sans?

She turns her head to her left, biting her lip slightly in thought. Like; definition, to be fond of. Is she fond of him? Sure, maybe. She can't say she doesn't sometimes enjoy his company. If she were to have a rough day, he would just be a hop, skip, and a jump around the corner to cheer her up without any real meaning to.

Maybe.. she does?

The feel of his hair, his pretty blue eyes, his laugh. The way he doesn't take shit from anyone. How he can make a weak pun work around a group of friends to lighten a mood. By Lord Asgore, she does like him.

She looked back to the woman, whose eyes were fixated back onto Sans once again. Was it a lie that she said that if she were to say she liked him, she would go away? She didn't know. But she might take that chance. Chara took a deep breath, looking back to the sleeping male, before parting her lips to say,

"Yeah. I like him."