All The Dead (Chara X Reader)

Chapter 3

×Your POV×

"Sorry about this." I poked the needle through Chara's arm and I heard their breath hitch. They bit their lip and held their breath while scowling. After a moment of letting them relax I moved to the next and pierced their skin again. Chara grunted and bit their lip harder.

"Fuck fuck fuck. Shit!" They mumbled to themselves over and over again. I took a deep breath before continuing. One after another I put stitches in their arm until it was shut. I broke off the thread and let Chara's arm relax. They didn't mover their arm for a minute or two, allowing the pain to leave a bit. Finally, they slowly removed their sweater, showing their black tank top they wore beneath it. It also showed how far up the cut went. The cut was from their wrist to their collar bone, but it looked way less deep once it went up about half their arm. I studied the wound before nodding and grabbing the alcohol and bandages.

I cleaned and bandaged their arm, which didn't even phase them as they were too focused on their stitches to care about the burning sensation. Once I was done I leaned back to look at my work. It was done nicely and neatly, almost as if a real doctor on the surface had done it. Of course, this was as close as we were going to get in terms of professional work, but it wasn't bad.

Chara looked at it and frowned again, then, they looked back at me. I nodded once at them, showing them they could speak. They just stared at me for a while, inspecting me. And I stared back at them, holding their gaze casually. This time I was the one who looked away first, earning a smirk. I huffed and Chara finally leaned back with a satisfied smile.

"What?" Chara shook their head playfully. Now it was my turn to smile as they seemed happy. Chara's smile quickly grew sadistic as they started to giggle again. I cocked my head to the right and painted a puzzled face.

"Hey, Y/n~" They purred. I nodded again to show I was listening. "Do you know what we should do?" I pondered it for a minute before shaking my head. "We should go to the surface next." I blinked in surprise at the sudden idea. It was appealing, but it also wasn't at the same time.

The surface? I said to myself. We would kill all of my friends and family... But what good are they? As much as I hated to admit it there was a piece of me that was still sane and human. Sometimes I still wondered about my old family and friends and if they were still alive and well. Of course, deep inside I didn't give a damn, but maybe I had a kind heart at one time.

Before I continue I suppose I should explain something. In my case, Insanity was a new person. I couldn't remember exactly what I was when I wasn't with Chara, so I only knew what I was told. Mostly. I have vivid memories of a few things I did on the way to my insane state, but I don't remember the whole thing. In reality I think I never gave a flying fuck about everyone on the surface, I only cared about those precious memories I contained. There was a part of me, a very subtle part, was afraid I would lose those memories. Though, I think I could live with murdering a few people I don't truly know. Yes... I can do that.

"Are you thinking it over?" Chara asked me. I looked at them with a slight smirk. They seemed to know what that means because a smile reappeared on their face.

"Does it need thinking?" They giggled at that. "We'll leave later. I want to sleep." Chara nodded as I laid down in the booth and closed my eyes. I rested one hand on my chest and the other was under my head. I heard Chara shuffle out of Grillby's and a soft click when they closed the door. I sighed and relaxed as I fell asleep quickly.

×Chara's POV×

I closed the door to Grillby's as quietly as I could and stepped outside. Surprisingly, I felt cold and raised my hands to my arms to try and warm up. My... Bare arms. It took a moment but I eventually realized I left my sweater in Grillby's with Y/n. I sighed and gently opened the door again, hoping to retrieve my sweater silently and leave. But I guess the world had other plans.

Y/n was holding my sweater tightly, too tight to pull away without waking her. She looked super peaceful and relaxed and I knew I couldn't wake her. Instead, I brushed a strand of h/c hair from her face and shook my head. I noticed that she held the sweater closer, almost as if she would die if she let it go. I quietly make my way back out of Grillby's, stepping into the cold again.

"Gee," I hold my arms again, "thanks a lot Y/n." I say, only half joking before walking away.

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Hopefully has been an okay story so far.
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