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"Ugh, Sans." Chara groans, floating through the air in a laying down position. "I hate that dude."
"Ugh, Sans." Chara groans, floating through the air in a laying down position. "I hate that dude."
Frisk rolled her eyes with a smirk. "You're tellin' me…"
"Wait, lemme guess. You're a pacifist?" Chara laughed, showing dimples on their rosy cheeks.
"Pretty much, yep. I almost ditched pacifism for genocide when I saw Sans for the first time." Frisk joked.
"Ha, ya know it only takes one hit to kill him. He just has a really good defense."
"What do you think of his brother?"
"He's okay, I hate the sound of his voice though."
Frisk laughed. “Kinda sounds like the Swedish Chef, if you muffle it. I like Papyrus, he’s cool.”
"What the hell is Swedish chef?" Chara asks as they flip themselves upside down.
Frisk sighed. "Nevermind. It's something from where I'm from."
Chara frowned. "Weird, anyhow. I'm Chara."
"Sup. I'm Frisk." Just then, Toriel walked out of the kitchen. "Here you go, my child." she said, giving Frisk some pie. Toriel walked over to the massive bookcase and began to pick a book. “Here” Frisk said, cutting her pie and handing a fork to Chara. Toriel walked over to the table where her pie was. “Silly me,I forgot a fork. Wait right there, my child, I will be back.” She went into the kitchen. Frisk smiled.
The fork fased right through Chara's hand as they laughed. "I'm a ghost idiot!" They giggled. "I don't have a physical form."
"But, when I ran into you, you were holding and eating chocolate…"
"Meh, I had to put up the facade of being a human."
"How on earth can you hold an entire bar of chocolate, but not a friggin fork?"
"Chocolate is a universal thing."
"Okay…"Frisk said. Toriel came back. "Oh, I found my fork!"
"Mom, I'm gonna go into my room." Frisk said, walking down the hall and turning into a yellow room. She waved Chara in.
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