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Do you two get along well?

* (Mm. -Chara)

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It’s Raining Somewhere Else

The One with Some Nicecream and No Problems

Another day off. Today you were taking the time to clean up your little one-bedroom apartment—vacuuming, dusting, dishes, bathroom cleaning, and more. You felt like all you needed was some music, whistling, and maybe a bird or two and you’d be Cinderella.

You stood in the kitchen, water running in the sink, dish in one hand and soapy rag in the other. The apartment didn’t come with a dish washer, which was fine. You preferred to hand wash anyways, it was somewhat relaxing to zone out and do chores.

From your bedroom you could barely hear a ding from your phone. Quickly you finished with the dishes before going to your room to grab your cell.

Hey nerd, Paps and I are taking Frisk and Chara to the park.

sounds fun. You texted, then sent another. weathers good for it.

Instantly your phone chimed. We’re going to pick you up in ten minutes.

wait what?

“You know when I said that it sounds fun, I didn’t mean I was inviting myself.”

Undyne just laughed and Papyrus hollered “THAT IS OKAY WE KNEW YOU WOULD NOT WANT TO MISS A CHANCE TO PLAY WITH THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND UNDYNE AND THE SMALL HUMANS.”

The pure and unadulterated enthusiasm in Papyrus’ voice brought a smile to your face and warmed your heart, “Sounds great, thanks guys.”

The park was nice, not carefully manicured in the way that parks usually felt. The trees grew a little more naturally, some crooked, some too close together to be that human ideal of ‘aesthetic’. The grass wasn’t cropped as short as the lawns on those suburban houses always seemed to be. Daisies grew along the fence surrounding the park and you could see someone with their dog playing fetch in the distance.

Papyrus was as friendly as ever as he tried to engage both Frisk and Chara. Frisk was generally more genial, the hint of a smile in their face and amber eyes. Chara, however, was stoic. If she laughed, the light did not reach her eyes.

If you were honest, she spooked you somewhat.

Your group came upon a little playground, the bark dust old, but the swings looked somewhat newer. They were reinforced. Vaguely, you remembered some effort being made for the monsters so that their neighbourhoods and parks would be more liveable. The effort only lasted as long as a week before the first very public incident of a monster-related crime occurred. The news never said what had happened and the public twisted the bits of information they were fed into something more ominous.

It turned out that while we could pretty up our appearance, we were still ugly underneath.

We were still hateful. We still could not accept.

You shook your head; you needed to not get worked up over these things. Not while everyone was over playing on the playground and you were standing dumb and frozen and alone.

Or, not alone, you realised as you looked over. Chara was beside you, arms crossed, lip pouted, and watching Frisk and Papyrus run. Undyne chased them gleefully, glowing blue spear in her hands. You’d be worried if it weren’t for the fact that you knew monsters to be pretty gentle and peaceful people. You were sure Frisk was fine even if Undyne and Papyrus were huge and probably much stronger than even the strongest human.

“I didn’t want to come, but I can’t say no to Frisk,” softly spoken, the words had an edge to them. Or, perhaps Chara just had an fierceness to her that made her seem sharp.

“I didn’t know I was coming, but I really want to make friends.”

Honesty for honesty, you decided.

Chara snorted, “Not making many friends over here.”

You glanced at Chara, the half smirk on her face, and those shadowed eyes that trailed after Frisk. You couldn’t decide if that was longing or love or jealousy or all three in her gaze.

“I don’t know, I think I’m doing alright.”

This time she scoffed and offered no further comment, but you could see her shoulders relax fractionally. The two of you watched for another few minutes until Frisk came jogging over, panting.

“Hey,” they gasped for air, stopping in front of you and Chara, “come,” another breath, “join us.”

“I’m not so sure I can keep up with you all,” you started, trailing off uncertainly.

Chara remained silent and shrugged at Frisk. You noticed she determinedly kept her eyes focused elsewhere. Frisk’s pleading gaze was turned onto you.

“Come on,” they cajoled, “it’ll be fun. It’s just tag but more extreme!”

In the background you could still see Undyne and Papyrus running around—spears were flying and—was that a bone?—it looked pretty fun but also way out of your ability.

“How about Chara and I swing while you guys play tag? We’ll be in the midst of the action, but safely not participating,” you suggested.

Chara looked a little relieved, but had no other reaction. You felt like you’d done the right thing though. Even Frisk looked happy with the suggestion as they ran back to play, waving at you both as they did so. You and Chara walked towards the swings and sat. You idly kicked your feet, but Chara looked determined. If ever a kid swung determinedly, this would be it.

At least she looked like she was having more fun now. You still watched the antics of Undyne and Frisk as they chased Papyrus—though sometimes he changed it on them and they’d be the ones running, laughing, just generally being silly. Sitting here in the park with the sounds of laughter all around felt good. You felt a warmth inside.

“Stop that,” Chara said with disdain, “stop feeling gooey. You’re pushing it onto me and it’s annoying.”

“What?”

“Ugh, never mind.”

She continued to swing. You schooled your face into a more neutral look, maybe she didn’t like big goofy smile on your face. Birds chirped, and you listened to the song. Sometimes you felt like you could hear their feelings. Their little bird feelings. You stifled a laugh at the thought.

They got tired after a while—though really, Frisk was the only one who seemed tired. Undyne and Papyrus seemed like they could’ve kept running for ages despite the sweat glistening on her fish-like scales and on his chalky white bones.

You wanted to question what biology reasoned that bones or scales could sweat, but you already knew that there was no satisfying answer. Their biology was assisted by magic not science, though monsters claimed there to not be such an extreme difference between the two fields like humans claimed.

“Why don’t we get icecream?” You suggested to the group.

It was met with a lot of enthusiasm, with Frisk suggesting you and Chara grab the icecreams while other three found a picnic table to hang out at.

Chara shrugged and off you guys went to the cute little icecream cart at the edge of the park.

Or, rather, the nicecream stand as it was apparently called. How cute, you thought smiling at the mother and child in line ahead of you, ordering two regular nicecreams. The pair opened theirs and read the compliments out loud as they left.

You stepped up and paused when you realised you knew the monster behind the stand.

He didn’t seem the least bit interested in you, however, instead you could sense that were he human and had the appropriate facial features with which to narrow his eyes, he would’ve been narrowing his eyes as he stared down Chara.

She seemed unfazed, but you’d be more concerned if she did show some kind of emotional response. To you, she seemed like one of those stoic types—stoic and just a little mischievous if the gleam in her amber eyes were anything to go by.

“Lesser brother,” she greeted casually.

“’sup royal pain,” he responded just as easily.

“Uh,” you started, “hi, can we get…” you tried to count quickly in your head, but Chara picked up where you trailed off.

“Three regular nicecreams and two blue dazzlers.”

He offered no reply, just quickly retrieved the pops and icecreams. You paid for them and that was that.

Quietly, you felt a bit disappointed at the lack of acknowledgement. You had thought that you and him were getting to be friendly, or at the very least civil, but he ignored you in favour of glaring at the teenager.

For someone who seemed so easy going he obviously held some grudges.

The two of you left and walked for a moment in silence. You were weighing whether or not to ask about that awkward exchange when Chara spoke.

“He hates me, but I don’t blame him,” a brief pause, “I’m not fond of him either.”

You stayed quiet, but freed one hand from the frozen treats to gently grab Chara’s hand. She didn’t pull away.

“My… brother… underground… he gave up something precious to save me. He was so determined to save me. Frisk understands—they’re probably able to tell you more. I don’t know all of what happened. I don’t know a lot of my past, the parts I remember are why… I don’t blame Sans for hating me.”

“Chara, people make mistakes. You’re a kid, even though you’re getting older. You’ll be a kid a while yet. You… you can’t take all the blame for whatever happened.”

“I think in this circumstance, I can.”

She dropped your hand and kept walking, having apparently spotted your friends.

You wasted no time in following, but continued to talk, “I don’t mean to dismiss your feelings. I don’t know what happened. No huma—surface humans know what happened. There’s nothing you could’ve done that couldn’t be forgiven though.”

And that was when she said the thing that put a bit of fear and doubt in your heart: “You are naïve. You don’t know anything about the monsters or Frisk or me. You don’t know what I’ve done, or Asgore, or Sans. You don’t know what Undyne’s done. Not everything is forgivable.”

She kept marching towards the group and you slowed to allow her some space, mulling over her words. Chara had your head spinning, not just because of what she’d said, but because of her intense personality and sudden shifts in mood. Perhaps she just felt vulnerable after having talked about something so personal and difficult with someone like you, who was still practically a stranger to the kid.

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and jogged to catch up, Before the two of you reached your friends you said to Chara, “it’s okay. I might be naïve. I’m telling you though, I don’t know what you guys have been through. I’m here if you ever need to talk about it though. I won’t judge you.”

She scoffed, but you couldn’t reason out why.

What could really be so bad that she’s done?

The other thought on your mind was of Sans and Undyne: what could they have done that’s so terrible?

The uncomfortable conversation was swept from your mind in time as you sat at the picnic table and engaged with your new friends.

You didn’t get home until later that night.

Chara had cheered up after the nicecreams and even joined in on a game of tag—which had meant you had to as well. They went easy on the two of you, but teased you both mercilessly.

Your cheeks were sore from smiling.

Most of the afternoon had been spent with the four of them, and the evening with Undyne after Papyrus had taken the kids to Toriel’s home. Everything considered, the day had been a monumental success.

At night, though, when you didn’t have your friends to distract you, you puzzled over the meaning of Chara’s tirade.