It Wasn't Me (Undertale) (Sans x Chara)

Ch. 8 - Friendship

Sans' POV~

I arrive at the back of the school, where she leans against the brick wall of the building, humming to her music. Asriel is at her side, hugging her tightly. She sees me approaching, and she smiles warmly. "I hope you don't mind that I invited Azzy." She puts away her headphones and focuses her attention on us both. "You wanted to hang right?"

I nod, although I wanted to be alone with her. Asriel is an adorable kid, but I wonder what he feels for his supposed sister. I'll have to ask.

We walk around town, and I crack a few jokes. Normally, she'd roll her eyes or scoff, but she and Asriel both laugh at the corniness of each one, so I keep 'em coming. "Hey, how about some Muffet's? S'on me, kiddos." They nod vigorously, perhaps a bit wary of my promise of paying for it, considering how broke I usually am. I should be using this money to pay off my long tab at Grillby's, but my old friend'll never make me pay that off, not when we owe each other too much as it is. Plus, Muffet is Chara's evidential favorite. We walk in, and Muffet hisses at the sight of me, nods at Chara in acknowledgement, and fusses over the cinnamon roll. "Don't worry, Itsy Bitsy, I'm actually paying. Just don't axe мυrď୧r me."

"How about you don't call me Itsy Bitsy and I'll consider it?"

"Fair enough." I shrug, and we sit down at a booth. Chara and Asriel sit next to each other, a little too closely for my comfort. We order, and while we wait Chara leaves to use the restroom. Perfect.

"Um, so. Azzy. Buddy. Do you, um, like Chara???"

"Yeah, she's my best friend." He smiles.

Jesus, he's too innocent. "That's n-not what I meant. Do you see her as anything more? Do you have a crush on her?"

"God no. I've been down that path. We even tried kissing, once. It was like kissing a sister."

"Oh." I nod. "Okay."

"... Why? Do you... like her, or something? You just broke it off with Frisk, and you barely know Chara." He suddenly looks protective, and I put up my hands in surrender.

"Woah, no, kid... Well, she's interesting, you know? Figured I might try and get close to her, but no, nothing close to dating." Deny, deny, deny. That's all I'm good for, am I not?

He eyes me skeptically, but he relaxes and lets the subject go. Chara reemerges from the restroom, and we order. The food is ready, and we eat in an awkward silence. Finally, I cough and muster up the courage to say something. "So, nice weather we're having, eh?"

Their immediate response comes, "There's no weather h-" And they catch themselves, remembering that we're on the Surface. We laugh.

I find myself playing teleportation tricks with the condiment bottles, until Muffet clears her throat and gestures for me to leave them alone. "Awww, Its-"

She glares pointedly at me. "What did I just say?"

"Miss Muffet, sorry. Can't I at least drink the ketchup? I'll pay you extra."

"Oh my god, Sans. Your ketchup addiction will be the death of you." Chara laughs. "It isn't even remotely tasty."

"Honestly, kiddo, it's almost like... beer. Down it quick enough and you might just get wasted enough to not care about the taste."

She blinks. "You're kidding."

"Nope; I'm not Toriel."

"Shut up, Sans," they both chime.

"What? That was Sans-ational, and you know it."

"I am going to leave," Asriel announced, rising to his feet. I didn't bother protesting, but Chara grabbed his sleeve and tugged.

"Aw, don't go, Azzy! You know that Sansy's just being himself, the usual stuff. I'd like it if you stayed."

"No, no, I got to help mom cook tonight. I won't let her know you spoiled your appetite, sis." He winked, clearly implicating the meal presented before her, before leaving against her will. I chuckled.

"He isn't wrong, you know. You probably won't have much room for more."

"Haha, don't care." She gorges herself on it, and I laugh.

We arrive home.

The question nags and nags my mind.

What now?

How exactly do I live knowing that Chara is innocent, and Frisk is guilty?

Should I say something...? No one would take me seriously; I'm still just an idiot kid in others' eyes, and my constant joking around doesn't help my case. As someone who's always had a knack for living through the hell that was the resets, my trauma and maturity are both sky high.

She was cooped up in her room again. Chara. There was much more to the girl than there seemed to be, and Sans really wanted to figure it all out. He knocked on her doorframe.