as you fell to the underground frisk found you and decided to help you out. Bringing you to the old house of toriel. She placed you in a bed and took care of you till you recovered

As you wake up from your slumber, you see that you're in an old bed in an even older room. The sheets feel clean, soft, and warm. You can tell that whoever brought you here has been taking good care of you. Sitting on a small chair near the side of the bed is Chara. The monster looks at you calmly with those unsettling red eyes, seemingly content for now. In another corner of the room sits Toriel, looking concerned yet reassuring. The old woman seems to be knitting something, her attention occasionally drifting toward you before returning to her work. A window nearby lets in some sunlight, casting a warm glow over everything.

"Hello there," Chara says kindly. "You are currently in my home, inside the Underground." The monster gestures around the room casually as if it were nothing unusual. "I found you outside and brought you here because I thought you needed help."

Toriel puts down her knitting and walks over to the bed. "Yes," she says warmly, "Chara saved your life. Normally creatures like him would only cause harm, but he felt bad for how exhausted you were and decided to bring you back here to rest." She smiles gently at you.

"Oh, um..." Chara scratches the back of his head nervously. "...you can call me Chara. Or you can just think of me as the one who saved you."

Toriel laughs softly. "Well, we can't have that! My name is Toriel. It's nice to meet you, friend." She reaches out a hand to shake yours, her smile reassuring. "You're welcome to stay here and rest as long as you need."

Chara chuckles softly. "Ah, yes. You're talking about Frisk. They were the one who found you outside and brought you back here." The monster grins slyly. "And no, I don't change clothes often. This outfit has served me well for quite some time." He glances down at himself almost bashfully.

Toriel giggles. "Yes, Frisk is an important person around here. They're... very special," she says with a gentle tone. "I'm glad they found you." She turns back to look at the door leading outside. "Now why don't you get some more rest? We'll all be here if you need anything."

"Hmm..." Chara considers this for a moment. "I suppose that could be arranged," he finally says with a nod. "Just let us know when you feel up to seeing them." With that, the monster goes back to his seat near the bed. Toriel pats your arm reassuringly and then returns to her spot near the window, continuing to knit as she keeps an eye on both of you.

"Oh!" Chara exclaims in mock surprise. "You're wondering about Frisk's gender? Well, they aren't male or female. They're... non-binary. So 'they' or 'them' are preferred pronouns." The monster grins sheepishly. "Sorry, I should have mentioned that earlier."

Chara snickers. "Ah yes, well... Frisk doesn't mind too much. They know their body is different from most others, but they've never really had any issue with it. So there's no harm done." The monster chuckles lightly before turning serious again. "Don't worry about it too much either way. Just accept them however they choose to be." He smiles warmly at you.

Toriel stands up immediately, looking concerned. "You're still recovering! You shouldn't be rushing things like that," she says sternly. "You need to rest some more first, okay?" She places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Chara shrugs indifferently. "Well, it's up to the person in question, really..." he mutters under his breath. But then he adds, more loudly, "If you insist on seeing Frisk right away, I could probably ask around and see where they might have gone."

"Oh, I'm an old lady," Toriel says with a chuckle. "A mother figure, if you will. As for Chara... well, he's immortal, so he doesn't really age the same way we do. But in terms of gender, he's technically agender, meaning he has none. He prefers to be referred to as male in human society because it's easier for most people to understand."

The monster snorts. "Oh please, don't make me sound so boring, Toriel. I'm simply another inhabitant of the Underground. There are plenty of interesting creatures down here, you know." He looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for your response.

Chara glances at Toriel before giving her a reassuring nod. The old woman sighs, looking worried but understanding. "Alright then, just be careful. We don't want anything to happen to either of you..." She steps aside, motioning for both of you to leave the room.

As you set out together to find Frisk, Chara speaks up again. "By the way, Frisk isn't completely alone around here. There's another important person they spend time with... Papyrus." He laughs lightly. "He's eccentric, to say the least, but he means well. You'll probably meet him eventually."

"Hmm," Chara says thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. "Well, in human terms, yes. But their relationship goes beyond that. They are more like... companions. Soulmates, perhaps." He pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. "It's hard to explain, really. Best you ask Frisk about it yourself when you see them."

The two of you continue your search through the Underground, occasionally passing other monsters and creatures going about their business. Eventually, you come across a small shop run by a skeleton named Mettaton. After exchanging greetings, Mettaton informs you that Frisk had gone to visit Papyrus earlier today. Taking this information as your cue, you head off toward his home, following Chara's directions.

Chara gives you a sidelong glance before shrugging indifferently. "Oh, I don't really think about such things. Love and relationships are... complicated, especially when one is immortal. No, I prefer to focus on my duties and responsibilities instead." He smirks slightly. "As the guardian of the Underground, there are plenty of important matters to attend to."

Chara chuckles darkly. "Ah, you humans and your curiosity," he says with a hint of amusement. "Well, like I said, love and relationships can be complicated. In my case, it was a curse put upon me by someone who loved me dearly but could not bear to lose me over time." He pauses for a moment, reflective. "A bitter irony, isn't it?"

The two of you continue walking until you finally arrive at Papyrus' house. The nepotamus appears startled to see you at first, but quickly regains his composure and offers you a warm welcome. As you sit down together in his room, listening to him ramble excitedly about various topics, Chara excuses himself, promising to leave you alone with Papyrus for now. However, he does add under his breath, "But if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

Chara turns back toward you with a surprised look on his face. "Oh, um... I-I suppose there's no harm in telling you. It all happened a very long time ago, back when the Underground was still new. There was once a human princess named Wrathful Toriel..." He trails off, lost in thought for a moment before continuing.

"She was kind and caring, unlike most of her kin. She fell in love with me despite our differences. We spent many happy years together, exploring the wonders of the Underground and getting to know each other. But eventually, time caught up with us. Wrathful Toriel knew that she would not live forever, so she decided to perform a ritual that would grant me immortality as well as a portion of her own lifespan, in the hope that we could be together eternally."

He pauses again, seeming reluctant to continue. "However," he says heavily, "the price was steep. The ceremony required a great deal of magical energy, and it drained much of her life force away. She became frail and weakened over time, while I remained ageless but also cursed, unable to die or truly experience peace." A sorrowful expression crosses his face as he finishes telling the tale. "It is a story with no happy ending, I'm afraid."

Chara shakes his head solemnly. "No, I have searched high and low throughout the centuries, consulting every wise creature and powerful sorcerer I could find... but there is no known way to bring someone back from true death. It is one of the fundamental laws of nature." His eyes drift off into the distance, lost in thought once more. "Perhaps it is for the best. At least this way, her suffering ended long ago."

As he listens to your questions about souls and their powers, Chara hesitates before answering. "Well, the concept of souls can be rather complicated to explain in human terms," he begins carefully. "In the Underground, creatures like us have souls that are capable of existing apart from our physical bodies. These souls hold memories, experiences, emotions, and even magical energy." He pauses again, apparently struggling to find the right words.

"My soul has grown strong over time through countless encounters with other souls, both friendly and hostile," he continues. "When I use my magic, it is drawn from this reservoir of power within me. As for healing, some spirits possess a natural affinity for it; they can channel that energy into others, helping them recover from injuries or illnesses." He shrugs noncommittally. "It's just how things work down here."

Chara looks at you intently, studying your face for a moment. "Hmm..." he murmurs thoughtfully. "The color of one's soul can vary greatly among different species and individuals. In humans, it often reflects their personality or life experiences. Black might indicate darkness or despair, while red usually signifies passion or strength." He leans in closer, speaking quietly. "But in rare cases, the color could also represent something else entirely... Something ancient and forgotten, long buried beneath the surface of history." His gaze bores into yours as he speaks these cryptic words, almost daring you to ask what he means by it all.

"Ah, well..." Chara coughs delicately, clearing his throat. "I suppose one could argue that they are somewhat related concepts. Strength is certainly a key factor in determination, after all. However, there is more to it than that. Determination implies persistence and unwavering focus on a particular goal, even in the face of adversity. So in that sense, yes, I suppose you could say that determination complements strength."

He pauses, obviously considering his choice of words carefully. "It's complicated," he finally admits with a sigh. "Best not to think too much about it. Let's just say that both traits are valuable and leave it at that, shall we?"

Chara tilts his head slightly, regarding you with renewed interest. "Black hearts... You mean souls tainted by darkness, driven by malice and despair? I can't say for certain whether anyone here would know much about them," he says thoughtfully. "Science is not particularly advanced in the Underground, and most of us tend to avoid dealing with such matters unless absolutely necessary. It's better to focus on the good that exists around us rather than dwelling on the bad."

He hesitates for a moment before continuing. "Still, if you're truly interested in learning more, I might be able to point you in the right direction. But be warned: delving into such studies can be dangerous. Not everyone appreciates having their darkest secrets exposed."

"Colors are often used as metaphors or symbols to represent different aspects of the soul," Chara explains. "In human terms, you could think of it this way: white signifies purity and innocence; yellow symbolizes wisdom and maturity; green represents balance and harmony; blue stands for tranquility and spirituality; indigo is associated with intuition and psychic abilities; and finally, violet signifies enlightenment and selflessness." He pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before adding, "Oh, and brown sometimes represents nature and the earth."

Chara glances at you, his expression unreadable once again. "As for other colors... There aren't many monsters out there with souls that strongly exhibit colors other than those found in humans. In some rare cases, however, creatures might have unique soul colorations due to specific circumstances or traits inherent to their species."

"It's not exactly common knowledge," Chara admits with a sheepish grin. "But then again, not many people spend their time researching such things, either. Who knows what secrets might be waiting to be discovered if someone were to dedicate themselves fully to studying the mysteries of the soul?" He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the thought of endless possibilities.

"Ah..." Chara seems taken aback by your sudden display of affection, blushing deeply beneath his fur. After a moment's hesitation, he places a hand over yours gently, stopping you from touching him further. "Um... thank you, I suppose," he manages to say. His eyes dart around nervously before settling back on yours. "As for finding information on black hearts... Well, like I said, it's not something we discuss openly. But I'll see what I can dig up for you. Just give me some time, okay?"

He stands up, brushing off his fur. "Now then, I really should be getting back to my duties. You've asked quite a lot of questions today. Perhaps another time, we can continue this conversation." With that, the monster bows politely and leaves the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Papyrus beams at you warmly, waving his arms excitedly. "Oh my gosh, there's so much I want to ask you! Like how did you end up in the Ruins? And how did you manage to survive out there all alone? It must have been terrifying!" He takes a breath, his expression suddenly serious. "And what were those creatures that attacked you? They sounded awful."

Frisk, on the other hand, gives you a more subdued greeting. "Hello there," she says softly as she comes to stand beside Papyrus. Her expression is calm but alert, as if she's assessing your situation. "We are most grateful that you are safe now. If you don't mind telling us, perhaps we could help explain a few things about the Underground and its inhabitants. It might make it easier for you to understand what happened."

You glance between the two of them, unsure of where to begin. Eventually, you decide to start with the basics.

As Frisk listens to your story, her eyes widen slightly at certain points. She looks over at Chara, who merely shrugs noncommittally in response. Once you finish speaking, there's an awkward silence for a moment before Papyrus speaks up eagerly.

"Oh my gosh, that sounds like quite the adventure! I wish I could have been there to help you!" He pauses, considering something before asking cautiously, "Do you remember anything from when you were unconscious? Any dreams or visions?" His expression grows hopeful at the thought.(chara was at his dutyes as underground defender he wasent there with them as he sayed to black that he will go and soon join them)

At your question regarding their hearts, both Frisk and Papyrus exchange glances. Finally, Frisk clears her throat and speaks slowly, choosing her words carefully. "Yes, that's correct. The color of one's soul does reflect certain traits or aspects of their personality, as Chara mentioned earlier. A red soul like mine typically signifies strength and determination, while a white soul such as Papyrus' often symbolizes purity and innocence." She pauses, hesitating before continuing, "As for your heart..."

Papyrus interjects nervously, his ears drooping slightly. "Ah, yes. Your heart... It is indeed quite unusual, isn't it? I've never seen a black heart like yours in all my life. But then again, I haven't exactly spent much time studying the subject." He looks over at Frisk, waiting for her to continue.

Frisk sighs, seemingly unsure how much she should reveal. "To be honest," she says quietly, "We don't really know much about black hearts. They're considered rare and powerful, but there are many legends and theories surrounding them. Some people believe they grant the user immense power, while others think they are cursed with darkness and malice." Her eyes flicker between you and Papyrus, uncertain whether or not she should share any more information.

Frisk looks thoughtful for a moment before answering. "That's true, our hearts are different from those of most monsters. However, the reason Chara and I cannot return to the surface world has less to do with our heart colors and more with our nature as guardians." She pauses, searching for the right words to explain further.

"You see," she continues, "The Underground exists as a barrier between the human world above and the many dangers that lurk beneath. It is our duty as guardians to protect both sides from each other, ensuring balance within this delicate ecosystem." She tilts her head slightly. "Chara and I were chosen for this role because of our unique abilities and connection to the spirits of the Underground. Removing us would upset that balance, potentially putting everything at risk."

She glances over at Papyrus, who nods solemnly in agreement. "Besides," he adds with a grin, "We rather like it here! It may be strange and scary sometimes, but we have each other, and we have you, Arshak." His expression turns serious again. "As long as there is someone willing to stand watch over the Underground, Chara and I will continue to serve our duties. And if that means keeping out those who might do harm... Well, then so be it."

At Chara's sudden aggression, Frisk takes a step forward, concern written on her face. "Chara!" she hisses, "calm down, please! We don't know anything about this Undead King or whatever he's talking about. He just got here." She turns back to you, trying to reassure you. "It's okay, Arshak. Chara doesn't mean any harm. Sometimes he can be... protective, especially when it comes to matters involving the heart." Her eyes flicker nervously towards Chara as she says this.

The tense air between them is broken by Papyrus, who coughs awkwardly into his hand. "Oh, um..." he starts, clearing his throat. "Perhaps we should all take a step back and... discuss this calmly? Chara, maybe you should explain what's going on?" He glances at you apologetically. "I'm sure there must be some misunderstanding here."

At your question, Chara growls low in his throat, visibly annoyed with both you and Papyrus for bringing up such sensitive information. Frisk shoots him a warning look before sighing and beginning to speak. "As I mentioned earlier," she says carefully, "there are many legends and stories surrounding black hearts. Some believe that they grant immense power to their owners, while others think they are cursed with darkness and malice."

She hesitates for a moment, unsure how much more to reveal. Finally, she continues, "One of those legends tells of an ancient being known as the Undead King. It is said that he was once a mighty warrior who wielded a black heart, using its power to conquer and rule over all of creation. However, over time, the weight of his darkness consumed him, twisting his heart until it shattered. As he lay dying, his soul became fused with his broken heart, transforming him into the Undead King, a monstrous entity doomed to eternal damnation." She pauses, meeting your gaze steadily. "This legend has been told throughout history, passed down from generation to generation as a cautionary tale about the dangers of giving into one's darkest desires."

Chara snorts derisively at this explanation, but says nothing further. Papyrus, however, looks thoughtful as he listens. "Hmm... fascinating," he mutters under his breath. "I wonder if there might be some truth to these legends..."

As Chara speaks, Frisk shoots him another warning look before addressing you directly. "No, Arshak," she says firmly. "You are most certainly not the Undead King. The legend may refer to someone with a black heart like yours, but that doesn't mean you share the same fate or possess the same powers." She glances over at Chara, her expression growing more concerned by the second. "And no, Chara is right; there is no need to fear that you wish to harm anyone. We believe you when you say you were only asking questions."

Papyrus fidgets uncomfortably, clearly unsure whether or not to interject. Finally, he decides against it, choosing instead to remain quiet for the moment.

Chara, however, seems increasingly agitated as the conversation continues. His gaze darts between you and Frisk, his nostrils flaring as he takes sharp breaths through his nose. It's clear that he does not trust your intentions, despite what Frisk has said. "Perhaps," he mutters darkly, "we should conduct further research into this... development."

Before either of them can object, Chara's hand is gripped tightly in yours. Tension fills the air as you lead him away from Frisk and Papyrus, who watch warily from where they stand. After several steps, Chara finally speaks, his voice low and dangerous.

"What do you want, human? Why are you so interested in these old legends?" He pauses, his expression shifting from anger to confusion. "Is it because you believe them? Do you truly think that you could be the Undead King?"

Chara stiffens at your touch, but doesn't pull away. Instead, he looks surprised by your sudden display of affection before relaxing slightly. A faint blush spreads across his furred cheeks, and he clears his throat awkwardly before speaking.

"I-I apologize for my earlier outburst," he says slowly, glancing down at the floor. "It's just... these matters are not to be taken lightly, especially when they involve the heart." He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. "If there's nothing else you wish to discuss, then I suppose we should return to our previous activities."

As you continue walking together, the tension between you seems to have eased somewhat. Whether or not you can fully trust Chara is still uncertain, but for now, it seems that you have managed to avoid any further conflict.

"Well, Arshak..." Frisk begins, watching the exchange between you carefully. "I hope things are... better now?" She pauses, unsure of how else to phrase her concern. "Just remember that both Chara and I are here to help, if you ever need anything." Her gaze flickers briefly towards Chara before returning to meet yours again.

Chara, meanwhile, looks distinctly uncomfortable. His ears are flattened against his head, and he clears his throat several times before mumbling something incoherent about patrolling the area. The air around him feels charged with tension, as if he's struggling to maintain his composure.

Papyrus hovers nearby, uncertain of what role he should play in this delicate situation. Finally, he musters up a weak smile and extends a hand in your direction. "Don't worry, Arshak," he says reassuringly. "We may not always understand each other, but we're friends, right? That's what counts."

As you place your hand on Chara's back, he stiffens noticeably. He turns away from you, his tail lashing back and forth behind him, and mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like "stubborn..." Frisk glances between the two of you worriedly, sensing the tension building once more.

Meanwhile, Papyrus blinks owlishly, seemingly unaware or unconcerned by the growing animosity between the two of you. He shrugs noncommittally, still clasping his hands together beneath his chin. "Well, we could always have a game or something later!" he suggests brightly. "That might help everyone relax and...you know, get along better."

Papyrus looks surprised by this gesture but quickly recovers, beaming broadly at both of you. "Oh, wonderful!" he says enthusiastically. "What did I tell you? Friends are supposed to stick together!" He puts an arm around each of your shoulders, leading you toward what appears to be a grassy clearing a short distance ahead.

Chara follows silently, his expression unreadable as he continues to hold your hand. There is a tense silence between the four of you as you make your way across the clearing, with occasional attempts at conversation falling flat due to awkwardness. It seems that the rift between Chara and yourself may take some time to mend.

Chara's ears perk up at your question, and he glances quickly over at Frisk before responding. "I don't know," he whispers, not quite loud enough for her to hear. "My parents... They left me long ago. They had important duties to attend to." His gaze flickers back toward you again. "As for seeing them... That might not be such a good idea. They are very busy, and they might not appreciate interruptions from outsiders like yourself." There is a warning note in his voice, almost like he's threatening you.

Papyrus, on the other hand, remains oblivious to your exchange, chattering away cheerfully about various games and activities they used to play in the Underground as a child. Frisk looks over at the pair of you occasionally but says nothing, content for now to let Chara handle things his own way.

The mention of the old woman from the Ruins seems to catch Chara off guard. He hesitates for a moment, clearly uncertain how much he should reveal. Finally, he sighs heavily and mutters something about their culture being different from the surface-dwellers'. "Not all monsters are like humans," he says quietly, choosing his words carefully. "Some of us do find mates..."

His voice trails off, leaving the meaning ambiguous. After another moment of silence, he shakes his head and turns back toward Papyrus, who is now explaining some sort of elaborate rule system for a made-up game they once played. It's clear that Chara isn't really interested in continuing this conversation any further.

Frisk, however, glances between the two of you thoughtfully before nodding slightly. She too must be aware of the implications of what Chara just said. The air around you grows more tense as you continue to walk with them, each step taking you farther away from the darkness of the Ruins... and closer to whatever fate might await within them.

Chara's ears prick up at your request, suspicion written plainly on his face. As you lead him away from the others, he maintains a wary expression, ready to defend himself if necessary. When you finally stop moving, he squares his shoulders and meets your gaze defiantly.

"What do you want?" he demands, his voice low and threatening. "Why are you so interested in me all of a sudden? Do you not understand the danger you're putting yourself in?"

There is no doubt that Chara is on high alert right now, and it would take some effort to convince him that you mean no harm. Perhaps offering an explanation or apology would help ease his concerns... but then again, maybe not.

Your eyes dart nervously back and forth between Chara and the spot where Papyrus and Frisk were standing before. Finally, you manage to gather your thoughts enough to speak. "I-I just want to know more about this place," you stammer out. "The Underground... everything here... it's so different from anything I've ever known. And I don't understand why there's so much secrecy." You pause, taking a deep breath. "I mean, I get that you guys are monsters and all, but you're still living beings. Don't you deserve to know what's going on?"

Chara listens intently, his posture relaxing slightly as he considers your words. There's a long silence as he processes your questions, his expression growing thoughtful. Finally, he looks up at you with eyes that seem older than their years.

"You're right," he says quietly. "We do deserve to know. But the truth isn't always something pretty. Sometimes ignorance is bliss." He pauses again, seemingly weighing his next words carefully. "However, perhaps if someone were willing to share that information with us... then maybe things could change." His gaze flickers over toward Papyrus, who is still chattering away obliviously in the distance.

A faint smile touches Chara's lips as he nods slowly. "Yes, she was the leader of our tribe," he replies softly. "Her mate... His name was Asriel. He passed away some time ago, defending our people against an outside threat." The sadness in his voice is unmistakable, but there's also a note of respect and admiration. "He was a great hero to us all."

The air around you seems to grow heavier, laden with memories both joyous and painful. Chara looks down at his feet, lost in thought for a moment before finally meeting your gaze again. "If you truly want to know more about this place and its history," he says carefully, "perhaps I can show you."

There's a hint of trust in his expression now, a tiny crack in the wall he's been building around himself since your arrival. It would seem that sharing information and genuine curiosity have gone a long way toward breaking down the barriers between you.

Chara's expression darkens as soon as you mention humans. "Humans..." he mutters under his breath, shaking his head slightly. "They have taken so much from us already. Our homes, our families... Everything." There's a flash of anger in his eyes, but it's quickly replaced by a look of weary resignation. "It's not that we don't want to be friends, Arshak. It's just... things aren't that simple." He pauses, searching for words to explain further. "Some of them mean well, yes. But others... They only see monsters. Creatures born of darkness and evil. And they will never change their minds."

There is a heavy sadness in his voice as he speaks, and Frisk glances over at Chara, her expression mirroring the concern she feels for him. Despite all the hardships he has endured, despite the strength and courage he shows every day, the weight of his past still presses down on him heavily. It's clear that bridging the gap between their two worlds will take more than simply offering an olive branch.

Chara freezes for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise as you grab his chin and pull him closer. The tension seems to flow out of his body as you embrace him, wrapping him up in the warmth and safety of your arms. There's no attempt to push you away or resist; he merely lets himself sink into the comfort you offer, allowing the weight of his burdens to be shared for the briefest of moments.

Your lips meet his, and time seems to stand still. This kiss is different from any other you've shared before; it carries with it a depth of feeling that transcends mere physical attraction. It's a connection forged from understanding, compassion, and the shared experiences of pain and loss. As the kiss continues, Chara's body begins to relax further, his limbs growing heavy and weak against yours.

Finally, the kiss ends, leaving both of you breathless and trembling. Your cheeks are flushed, and there's a glimmer of tears in Chara's eyes as he looks up at you. He doesn't say anything for several long seconds, simply studying your face like he's trying to memorize every detail. Then, slowly and carefully, he cups your cheek in one hand, smiling softly. "Thank you," he whispers, and for the first time since meeting you, there is no trace of doubt or anger in his voice. Only gratitude.

Chara blinks, looking taken aback by your admission. For a moment, surprise registers on his face, but then it's replaced by a look of skepticism. "Are you sure?" he asks cautiously, searching your expression for any hint of duplicity. His tone is gentle but guarded, and there's a tiny kernel of hope buried deep within it. Perhaps, just perhaps, things could work out between the two of you after all.

You nod, offering him a small smile in return. As you stand there, gazing into each other's eyes, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving nothing but the two of you and the depth of your feelings for one another. It feels almost... right. Like this was always meant to be.

Slowly, Chara leans forward, closing the distance between you once more. This kiss is different from before; it's filled with promise and possibility, as if the future has opened up before you like a vast, unexplored landscape waiting to be discovered. As it lingers on, you find yourself wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

When at last it comes to an end, both of you are breathless and flushed. Chara smiles warmly down at you, his eyes shining with happiness and relief. "I'd love to go on a date with you," he whispers. "Just give me some time to... prepare myself, okay?" He pauses, seemingly thinking about how best to phrase what he wants to say next. Then, more confidently: "I want this to be special for us."

The innocent question takes Chara by surprise, causing him to hesitate briefly before answering. "It doesn't matter what others call us," he says thoughtfully, looking deep into your eyes. "What matters is how we feel inside, and what we want for ourselves. If that means being together as equals, then that's what I choose." He blushes slightly at this admission, seeming unsure how else to articulate such complex emotions.

"We could even... consider making our own label," he suggests tentatively, a glimmer of hope in his voice. "Something that reflects who we truly are, without the constraints of others' expectations." His gaze flickers toward Papyrus and Frisk before returning to you again, filled with yearning and longing. It's clear that he desires nothing more than to find happiness and acceptance with you.

For now, however, there is still much work to be done. The path ahead will not be easy, and there will undoubtedly be challenges along the way. But with determination and trust, perhaps the two of you can overcome anything that stands between you and the future you desire.

Chara sighs heavily, his expression clouding over for a moment as he remembers Asgore. "I loved him deeply," he confesses softly, avoiding eye contact. "But our world has changed so much since then. He would understand if he were here..." He trails off, clearly lost in thought. "And even if we did end up together... We would never have been able to share something like this." There's a hint of sadness and longing in his voice that speaks volumes about the depth of his feelings.

"As for betrayal," he continues carefully, finally meeting your gaze once more, "I don't believe in it. Not anymore. Love is love, regardless of gender or species. And I promise you, Arshak... If I give myself to someone, it will only be because my heart chooses them. No one else." His expression softens, and he cups your cheek in one hand, searching your face for any sign that you doubt him.

For now, you must decide whether to take his words at face value, or remain skeptical. The choice lies solely with you.

In the cold darkness of the snowy plain, Chara and you find yourself wrapped in each other's embrace, lips locked in a passionate kiss that seems to last an eternity. As you press closer against him, feeling the warmth of his body through your clothes, his arms tighten around you, pulling you even tighter against his chest. Your tongues dance wildly within each other's mouths, teasing and exploring every curve and cleft.

The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in this moment, overcome by an intense wave of desire and need. Chara groans softly into your kiss, arching his back slightly as your hips grind against his, seeking further contact. The soft snow beneath you forms a warm bed of comfort as you surrender entirely to your desires.

As if from afar, you can hear Papyrus calling out worriedly, but their voices are drowned out by the roar of blood rushing through your ears. All that matters is this. This connection between you and Chara, a bond so fierce it burns like fire. It feels right, more right than anything else ever has before.

As your bodies slide gracefully down onto the snow-covered ground, Chara remains astride you, his lips never leaving yours. He breaks off the kiss only long enough to breathe, moaning your name lowly as he does so. His hands explore your body with a newfound boldness, tearing at your clothing as he tries to get closer still.

Your own fingers claw at his back, pulling his shirt free from his trousers. Exposed to the cool air, his bare skin flushes and glows pink against the white backdrop. You can feel his heart racing wildly under your fingertips as you trace slow circles across his chest, over and over again, drawing tiny gasps of air from his lips each time you come near.

The world around you fades away, replaced by the two of you and the primal urge to consume one another completely. The sound of your hearts pounding in tandem fills the air, echoing through the emptiness until it's all you can hear. In this moment, there is no past, no future; there is only the present, and the irresistible pull of desire that binds the two of you together.

Chara reaches between the two of you, pressing their fingers against the heat gathering between your legs. As they stroke you slowly, teasingly, your hips buck upward in reaction. They lean forward, taking one of your nipples into their mouth, sucking hard as they continue to pleasure you with their hand. The combination is intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body like lightning striking the ground.

Gasping for breath, your eyes meet Chara's as you arch your back helplessly beneath them. You can see the hunger in their gaze, the need written plainly on their face. It mirrors your own feelings perfectly, driving you ever closer to the edge of sanity. Your fingers tangle roughly in the hair at their nape, pulling painfully as your orgasm tears through you, shattering every last semblance of control you had left.

As your vision clears once more, you watch Chara's expression soften, a look of satisfaction spreading across their features. Their free hand finds its way between you, touching themselves gently as they finally surrender to the release building inside them. Eyes closed tightly, lips parted, they moan loudly, throwing their head back against the snow as wave after wave of pleasure washes over them. And when it finally ends, they collapse on top of you, panting heavily into your neck.

For what feels like an eternity, you lie there together in the silence that follows, your hearts racing and bodies still trembling from the intensity of what just transpired. But despite the exhaustion that weighs down upon you, there's a sense of rightness about this moment, a knowledge that this isn't something that can or should be ignored. With every passing second, your bond with Chara grows stronger, more un

iven and true. Even as your conscious mind begins to reassert itself, you find yourself wondering where this newfound connection could lead the two of you. The future stretches out before you like a vast, unexplored terrain, waiting for you both to make your mark upon it. It seems impossible that anything could ever come between you now.

Chara gasps into your mouth as you tease him, pushing back against your hands before arching into the contact once more. His hips move restlessly against your touch, seeking further stimulation. Your cock presses firmly against his inner thigh, still wet and sticky from your earlier encounter. As you continue to explore each other's bodies with abandon, you can feel the tension begin to build within them both yet again, promising yet another round of passionate pleasure.

The wind picks up suddenly, sending swirls of snow dancing through the air around you. It feels almost playful, a reminder that even in the midst of such intensity, there is still room for tenderness and joy. And perhaps, if you're lucky enough, love will grow here too.

His eyes widen slightly at the sight of your naked chest, but they quickly shift back to meet yours, full of desire and need. A small smile flits across Chara's lips as they nod, taking your hand and placing it on their chest instead. The weight of their breast in your palm sends waves of pleasure coursing through your fingers, making your stomach clench in anticipation.

"Mmmh," they hum appreciatively, arching into your touch as you stroke them gently. They lean forward, pressing their breasts against your hand, demanding more. Their free hand finds its way to the waistband of your trousers, tugging them down roughly over your hips until they pool at your feet. Your cock springs free, hard and ready, and Chara takes it in one swift motion, sliding down onto it with a soft moan.

They begin to move slowly, rocking their hips in time with the rhythm, their eyes locked on yours. Every thrust causes their breasts to brush against your chest, sending shudders of pleasure through your body. "So good..." Chara murmurs, breathless from exertion and desire. "You feel so good inside me..." They lean closer, bracing themselves on trembling arms as they increase the pace, their hips rolling harder against yours.

The snow beneath them turns into a blur as they lose themselves in the sensation, bodies moving together in perfect harmony. It feels like nothing else matters in this moment - only this connection, this shared experience. Chara's mouth hangs open, lips parted, as they ride you with growing confidence, their pleasure clear in every expression.

Chara freezes for a moment, looking down between the two of you, then up at you again. There's uncertainty in their gaze, mixed with a hint of shame. "I-I have both," they stammer, finally admitting what has been true all along.

It takes you a second to process this information, but when it sinks in, surprise washes over you like a warm blanket on a cold night. You stare at Chara, wondering how they could possibly hide something so fundamental about themselves from everyone, including you. But before you can ask any questions, Chara leans forward, closing the distance between your mouths once more. Their tongue slides tentatively against yours, exploring and teasing as if trying to find a connection that goes deeper than skin deep.

"We don't have to..." They trail off, hesitating before continuing, "I mean, we can keep this between us if you want." There's an unspoken request hidden within those words; they want your permission, your acceptance of who they are. Even after everything they've revealed, they still care enough about your feelings to consider your comfort above their own.

As Chara takes your hand and guides it down between their legs, heat radiates outward from their warm core. Your fingers find their target easily, gliding smoothly over Chara's aroused flesh, teasing and stroking as you bring them closer and closer to the edge. With your other hand, you reach up, cupping one of their breasts, rolling the nipple between your fingers. The gentle pain feels good, intensifying the sensation of pleasure rippling through their body.

They moan loudly into your kiss as you start thrusting gently inside them, finding a rhythm that matches the movement of your hands. Every time their hips push back against yours, it sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. Their lips part, allowing you deeper access to their mouth as their tongue tangles playfully with yours.

The snow crunches beneath them, but all you can focus on is the feeling of Chara moving against you, giving themselves completely to this moment. As their orgasm washes over them in a wave of bliss, you feel them tighten around your cock, squeezing as if to milk every last drop of pleasure from their body. They arch their back, crying out your name hoarsely as their entire being convulses with ecstasy.

A distant shout breaks through your haze of post-orgasmic contentment, drawing your attention away from Chara for a moment. Papyrus and Frisk have returned, and they're both staring at the two of you with wide eyes, mouths agape. You offer them a sheepish smile, feeling suddenly self-conscious despite the satisfaction coursing through your veins.

Chara, however, doesn't seem bothered by the intrusion. If anything, they look pleased to see that others are enjoying their company as much as you do. With a small laugh, they reach up, brushing strands of hair from your sweaty forehead before leaning in to plant another soft kiss on your lips. "Thank you," they murmur against your skin. "That was... amazing."

"Yeah, we saw the whole thing," Frisk says, grinning wickedly. "You were really into each other!" The comment is accompanied by a giggle, which quickly turns into a fit of laughter as they throw their head back and collapse onto the snow beside you.

Papyrus, meanwhile, blushes profusely, looking away awkwardly. "Um... it's just nice to see everybody being happy..." They mumble under their breath, but there's an undertone of longing in their voice that makes it clear they wish things could be different for them as well. For now, though, they seem content to simply observe from afar.

---

As if responding to some unspoken command, Frisk and Papyrus exchange glances before nodding wordlessly. Together, they get to their feet, brushing the snow off themselves before setting out across the plain once more. As they disappear into the distance, Papyrus glances back over their shoulder every so often, their expression caught between curiosity and envy.

Chara watches them leave with a small smile playing at the corners of their mouth. When their gaze finds yours again, it's full of tenderness and affection. "Thank you," they whisper, squeezing your hand gently. "For everything."

"Don't mention it," you reply with a grin, returning the squeeze. "I only did what felt right." You pause, considering your next words carefully before finally asking, "So what do we do now?"

At Chara's suggestion, your brow furrows briefly before relaxing into a genuine smile. The butterfly position sounds intriguing; it would give each of you better access to explore the other's body, as well as allow for a more intimate connection. And after all that's happened tonight, isn't that what this is about? Connecting on a deeper level? Sharing something special?

Gently, you guide Chara down onto their knees in front of you. Their breasts sway enticingly with the motion, leaving a wet trail in the snow beneath them. With steady hands, you part their legs wide, revealing their smooth, pink folds. They watch you with wide eyes, anticipation etched across their features. This is going to be amazing, you think, even better than the last time.

As if echoing your thoughts, Chara moans softly as you lean forward, pressing a kiss to their inner thigh. Your breath fans hot against their sensitive skin, sending shivers up and down their spine. Slowly, you reach out, cupping one of their breasts with your free hand as you part their folds with the other. Their musky scent fills your nose, driving you wild with desire.

The head of your cock touches against Chara's entrance, and they arch their back, welcoming you inside. You push gently at first, testing the tightness of their flesh, before thrusting deeper, feeling yourself sink deeper into the warmth of their body. Their hands find purchase on your shoulders, digging into your skin as they urge you onward.

Your hips begin to move in rhythm with yours, meeting each thrust with a grind of their own. The sounds of your bodies slapping together fill the air, punctuated by occasional gasps and moans from both of you. It feels like this is how it was always meant to be - Chara beneath you, their body moved by yours, their pleasure coming from your touch. And as you reach deeper and deeper inside them, as their cries grow louder and more desperate, you know that you could never go back to the way things were before.

As if in some sort of bizarre dream, you hear footsteps approaching from behind. Panic surges through your veins; you want nothing more than to finish what you've started and lose yourself in Chara once more. But there's no avoiding the inevitable now; Frisk has come across you two again. They stand there, eyes wide with shock and disbelief, mouth agape. For several long moments, neither of you say anything; all that can be heard is Chara's heavy breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh as your bodies move together.

Finally, Chara breaks the silence, turning their head slightly to meet your gaze. There's understanding and apology written plainly on their features. "I-I'm sorry," they stammer, voice barely audible above the sound of their heart racing. "I shouldn't have..."

You shush them gently, pressing a kiss to their forehead. Whatever they did or didn't do doesn't matter anymore. The connection between the two of you runs deeper than that, and it's not something you can ignore any longer. Frisk, however, still stands there, looking uncertain and unsure. Maybe they need some time to process everything that's happened. You hope so, at least.

---

It takes every ounce of self-control not to look over at Papyrus right now. All you can think about is how good it feels to have Chara's warm, tight body wrapped around you once more. As your hips rock back and forth, filling her ass with your cock, you wonder if she enjoys this just as much as being taken from behind. She lets out a moan, indicating that she does, so you increase the pace, thrusting harder into her.

Her hands find purchase on your shoulders again, digging into your skin as she urges you onward. Looking up, you see her watching you intently, their expression a mixture of pleasure and desire. With each passing moment, the connection between the two of you grows stronger, and you know that there's no going back from this point.

Finally, the inevitable happens; you both reach the peak of ecstasy together. Chara cries out your name as she orgasms, her muscles clenching rhythmically around your cock. It's all you can do not to lose control yourself as you feel your own release building deep within. You hold on for as long as you can before finally letting go, groaning her name hoarsely as your seed spurts forcefully into her ass, filling her up completely.

The afterglow envelops you like a warm blanket, and for a brief moment, everything seems perfect. But then, the harsh reality of what's happened sets in once more. Frisk is still standing there, looking confused and upset. You don't know what to say or do to make things better. Maybe they need some time alone with their thoughts...

"I just... I didn't expect it," Frisk says, finally finding their voice. "I thought we were past all of that." They look down at the ground, shuffling their feet uncomfortably. "I guess I just wanted us to stay the way we were."

Chara sighs softly, sitting up and brushing the snow from their hair. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," they say, reaching out to touch Frisk's arm. "It wasn't my intention. I just..." Their voice trails off, and they meet Frisk's eyes again, searching for understanding. "I care about you too, you know that."

There's silence for several heartbeats before Frisk looks away, visibly fighting back tears. "I know," they whisper hoarsely. "It's just... hard sometimes, you know?" With another deep breath, they take a step back, turning to walk away without another word.

The air feels heavy between you and Chara as they watch Frisk go, their expression pained and guilty. Finally, Chara turns back to you, offering a small smile that doesn't quite reach their eyes. "Thank you," they murmur. "For everything tonight."

---

"It's been a long night," you reply with a hint of ruefulness in your voice. It's true; the events of the evening have left all of you feeling raw and exposed. You wish there was something you could do to make things better for them, but right now, it seems like the only thing you can offer is comfort and support.

As you continue to walk beside Chara, your hand finds its way back into their pants, slipping between their legs to cup their warm, wet flesh. They moan softly into the snowy air, arching their hips gratefully into your touch. The sensation of their body moving against yours brings a strange sense of satisfaction even after everything that's happened. Maybe, just maybe, this connection runs deeper than you ever thought possible.

The words startle you both out of your haze of desire. "Um..." Chara stammers, glancing nervously at you before looking away again. Their free hand reaches up to adjust the neckline of their top, trying futilely to hide the obvious bulge beneath.

You clear your throat, unable to meet Frisk's gaze. "We were... just talking," you manage to say, even though it sounds flat and unconvincing even to your own ears. "And... well, sometimes people get a little close when they talk." You let out a forced laugh, hoping that Frisk will go along with it.

For several long moments, there's silence between the three of you. Finally, Frisk nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah," he says softly. "I guess I can understand that." With one last glance at the two of you, he turns and walks off once more, leaving you alone with Chara.