Dead Giveaway

No Promises

I froze.  If he wanted to talk it meant I'd done something.

"Relax kid.  I just want to talk"

"Sans those five words are the very representation of evil"

He cocked his head,  making me shiver.  The sound of his skull moving....  Ugh. 

"Representation of evil? But kid,  you didn't say them,  I did" he chuckled at his little joke. 

I rolled my eyes.  "Haha, very funny. Now what's this about, what did I do?"

"You're a strange kid.  You won't say a word about your past, or that weird soul of yours... "

My soul is different.  Most monsters and humans have a soul that's one color.  I have a soul that's half red and half black.  Everyone's figured out that the red part is what weak DETERMINATION I have, but no one understands the black half. No one except me, of course. 

"I'm just a secretive person, I guess.  What's it to you?"

"Well I have been doing some research.  Or, trying to at least.  Searching the name Chariana didn't get me anywhere.  Except something about France. Is Chariana a French name?"

I nodded.  "Yeah. My mom was French so..."

He nodded.  "So you have two choices here.  You can tell me or let me find out the probably ugly truth on my own.  Because I'm a stubborn ol' bastard, I'm determined to figure out your background.  You're a fucked up kid.  You know it.  You're proud of it.  But the level of fucked up you possess could not have spawned regularly.  No you went through some shit, didn't you?"

I looked at the floor. 

He didn't know.

He couldn't know. 

The memory of that day makes me vomit.

No one could find out.

Celestè.

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At dinner everyone was quiet. Toriel was clearly pissed at me. Frisk and Asriel stared with their innocent faces. I knew what was really behind those wide eyes they had. I grumbled into my potatoes. 

"Ya know Tori, it's a shame that Chara has to stay home. No one to watch her, unless we hire a babysitter..."

Yeah like that was gonna happen.

"...but come on, no ones gonna wanna take care of this deranged little lunatic"

Toriel huffed.  "Sans, first of all. She's not a lunatic"

"Medical insanity" I choked out, hiding it between fake coughs.

"But you are right.  I hadn't even thought about what she will do."

I picked at the roast beef, questioning why a goat would cook a cow. "Why can't I just stay by myself?" I mumbled.

Or at least I thought I did. Sans and Toriel just...stared at me.  It was unsettling, honestly.  Especially because Sans's eyes were black.  I shivered. 

"....Anyways... " Sans continued.  "I was thinking.  She's suspended for two weeks.  I have the next month off from work. I was going to spend that time helping Grillby open his new place, but I can stay home with the kid"

I stabbed my fork into the table.  "And why do you think I'm going to put up with you for two weeks, trashbag?"

Toriel gently guided my hand away from the utensil. "Use the fork for eating, Chara. Well Sans, I guess that's what we'll have to do"

I groaned.  "Dear god, why not just kill me now? It'd only be the 75th time, right?"

Frisk and Sans visibly tensed up.  Frisk grabbed my shoulder.  "Chara maybe you shouldn't talk about that... ".

"No promises" I whispered. 

I slammed my head on the table, covering my face in flakes of beef in the process. "Why are we even eating beef? For all you know this was dads best friend back on whatever farm you came from"

Frisk burst out laughing.  Everyone else was confused.  Oh right, my mother and little brother are sentient farm animals.  I say as if all mammals aren't sentie- you know what that's not why you're here, stop reading this paragraph!

Why are you still here?