Watching \\ Undertale Chara

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I stand on a balcony overlooking a city of monsters. They stand in a crowd. They're almost silent. Like they're waiting for the execution of the child beside the prince.

" Welcome, everyone!" Asgore's voice booms. The crowd cheers and Asriel squeezes my hand. He and I are both wearing the purple robe. I suppose it's gendernuteral. He doesn't have a crown on like his mom or dad.
" We have a new addition to the royal family!"
I really can't believe that. That someone like them would take in a lost human child.
Asgore places a gentle hand on my back and his son let's go.
" This is Chara. They are a human." He said with a smile. He wasn't as mean as he looked. He looked like he was going to throw me off of a balcony.
The crowd was silent.
They were waiting for me. To talk.
Asgore patted my back.

" Greetings. I am Chara." I say mostly quiet. I struggle to be any louder.
Asriel smiles at me.
" I am sorry for what my people have done decades ago."
I could hear a pin drop if one dropped. It's dead silent.
I can't do this but I manage to do this.
" One day, all of you will see the sun."

They cheer.

I am told that Asriel and I are the hope of the underground. I don't get it.
What are we supposed to do? We're just children. Teenagers. How is a fourteen and thirteen years old going to free an entire nation of monsters?

I sit in the throne room garden with my new brother. " These flowers are really pretty." I say to the boy and he smiled. " They're one of the few flowers that grow down here. They're called buttercups." I smile. Though, them being trapped isn't a smile-y thing. Everyone seems so happy down here. Happier than I was on the surface that is. They seem hopeful, really. I love that really. Maybe they'll be free one day. That sounds nice.

~Time skip brought to you by me not knowing how to write a friendship~

Today is Asgore's birthday and Asriel and I are making him a pie. We're gonna have to use the stove despite it never being used. Neither of us know how to use fire magic. We gather stuff for the pie. Asriel points to something on the recipe. " It says cups of butter. Like buttercups?" He asked, smiling. I shrugged. " Maybe." I smiled. " Let's go get some from the throne room then."
We gather some buttercups and head back to the kitchen.

Dad got sick. He got really sick from it. Like almost kicking the bucket sick
I feel terrible.
They were so pretty yet so dangerous, it's almost funny.
Why cry though when you can bring light to situation?
Asriel cried and I more so did the opposite.
But it's not funny.

Mom got mad at us. Actually, it was more so disappointment. That we didn't ask for help before doing that. I guess It's karma. We kinda did almost kill him.