Determination (Charisk) [OUTDATED]

10 - EBB

A/N: This chapter contains depictions of suicidal thoughts. I am not prompting or supporting suicide or self harm in any way, shape, or form, nor do I claim to. If you need help, please, contact 1-800-273-8255 immediately. The themes shown here are used for storytelling purposes only. Viewer discretion is advised. Thank you.

(CHARA POV)

I snapped back to reality quickly, I could see the tears in her eyes as she looked at the ground. She took her soul back and put it away.
"AI-I didn't know. Frisk, I—"
"How are you supposed to know if I don't tell you?" Tears ran down her face as she had a forced smile. "My dad was arrested a little before I turned 4. Turns out shotguns are pretty loud." She let out a nervous chuckle. "He went to prison soon after that, served him right. But he ate 2 pounds of flowers. And died." Flowers?
"If you don't mind me asking, what kind of flower?" She chuckled a bit. She had stopped crying by now, but the tears still glittered in her red eyes.
"The Naked Lady. Leave it to may dad, the asshat to outshine all asshats, to die from naked lady." We both laughed a bit at the fact. It's nice to see a smile on her face. She had not much to smile about recently. She was twirling her SOUL between her fingers, using at it as a kind of fidget toy. "I was taken in by some other family members almost immediately after I was taken by CPS. My new guardians were my aunt Rose and uncle Michael Archer. They were on my mother's side. My father had no living relative... luckily."
"What was your last name before you had foster parents?" She glared at me with her ruby red eyes, cutting through the darkness and shining in the moonlight. (Or the cavern equivalent of it, the Icecicles reflect light differently depending on the time. I still don't understand it.) she sighed.
"It doesn't matter," she huffed. "As far as I'm concerned, legally and morally, Rose and Michael are my real parents." She rubbed her cast, and sighed. I scooted over to the edge of the bed with her and she put her head on my shoulder.
"Well I, for one think Archer is a fine last name. Frisk Archer, I like the sound of that." I sat up next to her. "But one thing I don't understand is why you are down here anyway?" It seemed like you were having a great time with the Archers'." Big mistake. She stiffened. For some reason I kept going. If only I knew. "Did you have any plans for when you got out?" I'm such a fool. She started shaking and crying, barely. "Hey. What's wrong?"
     "Well I was constantly bullied for the home I  was born to, for my father and, for my red eyes. I was cyber bullied from my peers and one day, I had enough." She started sobbing. "My father's words echoed in my head, that day.'You are only capable of hurting people. I regret you were even born.'" Oh. " And I had heard some stories and went out for a-a walk and..."
     "Hey, hey look at me." She didn't.
     "It-it's okay, I'm a burden anyway. No one, not even my so-called friends wanted me around. It's okay. I guess I didn't really make any plans because I didn't expect to survive the fall, n-no it's okay... it's okay." I was shocked, to say the least. Did she really feel that way? She could barely say any words. I squeezed her arm.
     "No, Frisk. It not okay. Suicide isn't the answer. You might have got people to stop bullying you, but think how much you would've hurt the ones who loved you. And just because you want to get back at the ones who hurt you, doesn't mean it's fair to your parents." She got up. She looked angry, fuming even. She shouted at me.
     "How would you know how I felt? How I feel?" I sighed. I stood up and walked towards her, right into the moonlight. My body transparent, looking down at her with a sad but serious expression. Our red eyes locked in focus. She suddenly changed expression. She put her and over her mouth and her eyes widened. She let out a quiet gasp. "Chara I'm- I'm so sorry I didn't know." She was crying silently . "And the flowe-"
     "Buttercups." She just looked in shock. I became solid, but kept transparent to maintain my point. I put my arms around her. She cried into my shirt silently.
     "I-I didn't kno—"
     "I know. "
     "I'm so sorry I—"
     "Don't apologize. It's okay. What matters is that you're still here. And you're safe." I laid my head on top of hers. And embraced her. She just cried, and that's okay. I'm here for you, Frisk.
. . .
We woke up in bed, cuddling right next to each other. The spot on my side where her bony cast was pressed against stung and was definitely sore. I didn't care. She didn't have a smile, per se, but she at least was a pleasant dream. I could tell by the noises she was making. My face had turned a pinkish hue but I didn't care. We sat there for a bit, in bed. Until she woke up. She stopped making noises, but she stopped about a second or two too late, and turned a pretty shade of dark red. Her tan face becoming flushed with thoughts of me, I'm sure.
     "Hey."
     "H-hi."
We both cuddled for a bit, then smelled the scent of spaghetti from outside the door and the sounds of a very loud chef.

Snail Fact #6:
Snails make terrible shoelaces.

A/N: I'm taking a short hiatus from writing while I work with getting my own art for the chapters and coming up with some further story. I really want to continue this series but I just need a bit of a break. This was a hard chapter to write for me personally, but I feel that this was a chapter that needed to come out. I hope you understand. •^•
     -A whole person