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Chara was on the verge of committing a murder.
Against their better judgement (and all common sense), they had let Asriel talk them into coming to one of the stupid political parties that Asgore occasionally hosted. While he technically wasn’t the king of monsters anymore, he still acted as the figurehead for monsterkind when he wasn’t working on his gardening. Which meant he had to fair bit of time schmoozing up to humans to make sure they never came in with torches and pitchforks.
Of course, being Asgore’s son and the technically-not-but-also-kinda-prince-of-monsters, Asriel got dragged along to all of these parties. Luckily, he always had Frisk to keep him company, since their job as ambassador forced them to attend as well.
Chara usually avoided these things like the plague, because there was nothing they wanted to do less than dress up in fancy outfits and talk to a bunch of arrogant mouth-breathing humans, but stupid Asriel and his stupid puppy-dog eyes convinced them that hey, maybe this time wouldn’t be so bad?
Spoiler alert: it was worse! Because here Chara was, in a stupidly poofy red dress that had far too many frills (thanks Mettaton) and freaking high heels (you're a dead man, Mettaton), being forced to spend ten minutes listening to the same couple bombard them with the most asinine questions without giving them the chance to actually respond. Which, okay, was kind of nice since they didn’t want to say anything to these idiots, but still, it was the principle! And it certainly didn’t help that towards the end, the two barely hid their contempt for the situation they were in.
“What’s it like living with those… monsters?” a woman asked, clearly struggling to say the word ‘monsters’ without sounding disgusted by it — which she was doing a terrible job at.
“Do you think they even know how to take care of a human?” her husband asked, not giving Chara a chance to say anything. Chara, being the good person they were trying oh so hard to be, bit their tongue and forced themself to have a somewhat normal smile, because creeping out rich pricks with too much power and not enough brains made the monsters look bad.
“Well, I think that the results speak for themselves, don’t you?” the women responded, giving Chara the side-eye. Chara felt an eye twitch in frustration, finding it very ironic that she said the results spoke for themselves when they weren’t given the chance to speak.
Taking a subtle breath, Chara did their best to calm themself. ‘Just keep quiet,’ they told themself. ‘Let them chat away and get it all out of their system. They’ll leave you alone eventually.’
“Too true, my dear,” the man replied. “Although perhaps this one… oh, never mind.”
Chara narrowed their eyes at the man, biting down even harder on their tongue. ‘Don’t say anything, don’t say anything, don’t think about biting them, don’t think about biting them, stop thinking about biting them!’
“Oh come now dear,” the woman laughed, playfully tapping her husband on the shoulder. “You’re in good company here! Say what you please.”
“I simply wonder if they enjoy being with the monsters,” the man suggested.
Chara raised an eyebrow at that, their smile lessening a bit. Was he actually recognizing that the monsters were taking good care of them?
“After all, they seem to have a fair bit in common, don’t you think?”
Nope, there it was. Times may have changed - things were much better than back when Chara was first born - but some things would always stay the same. No matter when or where they were, people would still see Chara as unnatural, as a demon. Good.
Right before the woman could reply to her husband, Chara felt a hand on their shoulder. Their eyes went wide, and they almost, almost grabbed the hand and flipped whoever dared to touch them over their shoulder, until they saw the furry white paw gently holding them, and realized who it was.
“There you are!” Asriel smiled. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” And wow, Chara was feeling better already. Just having Asriel nearby helped calm them down, even if they could still see Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb out of the corner of their eye. “Ah, Mr and Mrs Baxter, a pleasure to see you again,” Asriel said politely, offering his free hand out to them.
“Oh, the pleasure is ours, Prince Asriel,” the man - Mr Baxter, apparently - said, shaking Asriel’s hand.
Asriel let out one of those fake polite laughs that everyone at these stupid parties used. “Come now, you know I’m not really a prince anymore,” he said.
“Nonsense,” the woman laughed, waving her hand dismissively. “We all know that Asgore is the king in all but name, even if he insists otherwise.” Chara grinned slightly wider as they heard the same thing they always did; that Asgore could never escape the burdens of the crown that he wanted to be rid of. “Besides, you certainly look the part of a prince.”
That, at the very least, Chara could agree with. They looked over at Asriel, taking in his outfit; a clean suit, with black dress pants and a matching vest, which was buttoned up halfway, allowing Chara to see the deep emerald green button-up shirt he was wearing underneath which perfectly matched his eyes. A purple half-cape was draped over his right shoulder, the Delta Rune prominently displayed on it in pure white. Heck, Asriel was even wearing black dress shoes. Shoes! He hated wearing shoes! He had freaking paws! Those things were not made to be stuck in shoes!
“Aw shucks, you’re too kind,” Asriel said, a slight blush on his cheeks. Chara bit down the urge to sneer at Mrs Baxter, though they probably weren’t very successful. Luckily, Asriel came in to save the day. “Though, if you’ll excuse us,” he said politely, “Chara and I have some things to discuss.”
Mr and Mrs Baxter said some goodbyes that Chara wasn’t listening to as Asriel turned them around and guided them away. Once they were far enough away, Chara let out a long, frustrated groan, rubbing their palms into their eyes.
Asriel let out a snort, gently patting Chara on the head. “There there,” he said in that stupid ‘I’m trying to reassure you but also find this hilarious’ voice that Chara hated. “They’re gone now. You don’t have to listen to them anymore.”
Chara swatted Asriel’s hand away, giving him a glare. “You’re lucky I didn’t bite their hands off,” they huffed. “Honestly, how can you stand these insufferable idiots?”
“Practice,” Asriel shrugged. “Also, thank you for not biting them. That would have made us look very bad, and I’m sure it was hard for you.”
“It was.”
“I know, Chara.”
“They were so annoying.”
“I know, Chara.”
Chara let out another huff, not caring how childish they sounded. They had spent far too long trying to put up a fancy facade, and frankly, they were tired of it. They were done trying to impress others. They were just going to act however they wanted, and not give a damn what others thought… except at political parties. Then they would behave a little bit. But that’s the best anyone was getting.
“I don’t suppose you actually have something you need to talk to me about?” Chara pleaded.
“Fraid not,” Asriel said apologetically. “I just saw how uncomfortable you looked and figured I’d get you out of there.”
“Thanks for that, by the way.”
“Anytime. But yeah, I do kinda need to go talk to some other people. And I don’t think you’re gonna want to join me for those conversations.”
“It has to be better than being alone out here,” Chara muttered. “I think I’d rather just shadow you than get dragged into another conversation by rich snobs who see me standing alone and take that as an invitation to schmooze with-”
“You really don’t want to come with me,” Asriel interrupted. Chara raised an eyebrow at him.
“Whys that?” they asked.
“Because I’m about to go join my dad in talking to the mayor of Melington,” Asriel replied, his voice already dripping with exhaustion from the upcoming conversation.
“…yeah never mind,” Chara said quickly. “I love you, but there is not a chance in hell I’m getting within a hundred feet of that sleazy rat. You’re on your own.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Asriel laughed. “Welp, wish me luck!” Asriel called as he started to walk away, straightening his back and holding his head up as he made his way over to the other side of the room, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
And once again, Chara was alone. With a sigh, Chara tried to stick their hands in their pockets, realized they didn’t have pockets because they were wearing a stupid dress, resisted the urge to scream, then started aimlessly wandering around the party, trying their damnedest to look like they had a destination in mind so that people would think they were doing something and wouldn’t try to strike up a conversation.
As they wandered about, going this way and that, occasionally grabbing a snack or drink, Chara watched the people around them with barely hidden contempt. Here they were, on the surface, surrounded by a bunch of snobby rich jerks that only cared about themselves, their money, and their reputation. Selfish, horrible, cruel people, the exact kind that Chara wanted to get away from. Everything they hated about humanity, except they hid it behind fake smiles and backhanded compliments. People like this made them think they were right about humanity all along.
But then, people like this were the exception these days. Frisk had been right, the world had changed while Chara had been gone. Sure, rich pricks were still the same as ever, but for the most part, the common person seemed so much kinder than they used to be. They had welcomed the monsters with open arms, happy to have them on the surface. The only ones that seemed to have a problem were the kind of people that Chara was currently surrounded by. Hence why political parties like this were so important, and why Chara needed to be on their best behaviour.
Despite where they were, Chara smiled. Even if they still couldn’t quite trust humans, they were happy that Frisk was right.
And speak of the devil, there was Frisk, following Papyrus around like a lost puppy, looking dapper and fancy in their clean black suit and green shirt with-
Wait, hold on, what?
Chara did a double take as Frisk walked by, feeling extremely confused. What was Frisk wearing? Didn’t they come to this party in their usual velvet-red suit? Chara was sure that was the only one they owned. They usually changed around the shirt and tie they wore underneath it, but Chara had never seen them in a different jacket and pants. But there they were, wearing an outfit identical to Asriel’s, down to the exact detail, from the black jacket and pants to the purple half-cape.
…Chara must have been mistaken. They just assumed that Frisk would arrive in their usual outfit. But they must have decided to coordinate with Asriel for once. Yeah… that was it. Okay…
Anyway, Chara saw that Frisk and Papyrus were doing their ambassador duties and talking to some political figures, so as much as they craved their friend’s company, Chara turned on their heel and walked away, deciding to find comfort in the embrace of the free hors d'oeuvre.
Another half an hour of the party dragged on, with Chara managing to avoid any more social interaction by giving people walking their way a quick glare, or hiding in the shadow of one of their friends to avoid being seen, which was quite easy to do considering how tall most of their friends were. Toriel was by far the easiest to hide behind, though due to her position as the former queen, Chara couldn’t rely on her too often, as she was usually talking to some important people that Chara wanted to avoid.
Undyne was definitely Chara’s go-to when it came to avoiding others. She was big, intimidating looking, and hated being there almost as much as Chara did, so she was obviously trying to avoid people just as much as Chara was. Unfortunately, Undyne was also the head of the Royal Guard, which meant that once again, people with an overly inflated ego and sense of self importance wanted to talk to her. So even if Chara wanted to spend the entire night sticking to Undyne like glue, they did need to pry themself away from her every now and then.
It was as they were quietly making their exit from a conversation that Undyne had been dragged into - ignoring the look of betrayal that Undyne shot their way and the silent threat of a pummelling that Undyne mouthed at them - that Chara managed to spot Asriel again. They saw him alone and eagerly started to make their way towards him, once again soaking in the view of his nice velvet suit.
…okay, wait, no, what?
Chara stopped a short distance away from Asriel, looking him over, and yup, he was wearing a deep velvet suit with a black shirt underneath. He still had his purple half-cape over one shoulder with the Delta Rune on it, but that was definitely a different suit from the one he was wearing before. No, scratch that, that was definitely Frisk’s suit he was wearing. What the heck?
“Oh hey, Chara!” Asriel happily exclaimed as he noticed them, trotting over to them with a smile on his face. “How are you holding up?” he asked, a concerned smile on his face.
“…I’m fine,” Chara said slowly. “What are you wearing?”
Asriel blinked, looked down at his outfit, and then back to Chara with a confused look on his face. “Uh, a suit?” he answered with a questioning inflexion. “I know you don’t usually come to these, but I have to dress pretty fancy at these parties. As funny as it would be, Mom would never let me come in my sweater, even if it wasn’t as old as it was.”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Ree,” Chara deadpanned. “Why are you wearing Frisk’s suit?”
“Thought I’d try something new,” Asriel shrugged. “Plus, I think red looks pretty good on me, don’tcha think?” Chara gave Asriel a deadpan look, crossing their arms and leaning their head forward slightly. “What?”
“So are we just gonna pretend like you weren’t wearing a completely different outfit before?” Chara asked.
“What are you talking about?” Asriel questioned. “This is the outfit I came here in.”
Chara narrowed their eyes at Asriel, tapping their foot impatiently. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” they sneered. “I know for a fact that you weren’t wearing that earlier. You were in a black suit and a green shirt!”
“That’s what Frisk is wearing,” Asriel easily replied. A bit too easily in Chara’s opinion. “You must be mixing us up.”
“Really?” Chara deadpanned. “I’m mixing up a human with dark skin and fluffy hair with a white-furred goat monster? Is that really the excuse you’re going with?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Asriel smiled. “Anyway, as much as I’d love to stay and chat, I have to go find my Dad. I was told he was looking for me.”
Asriel turned on his heel and started to walk off into the crowd, Chara immediately stomping after him, their heels clicking on the ground. “Ooooooh no you don’t,” they said. “Get back here, Dreemurr!” They reached their hand out to grab his arm, but Asriel slipped to the side, making Chara just barely miss him and grab some random person’s arm instead.
“Oh, hello there,” the person greeted. “You must be the Chara I’ve heard so much about.”
Chara sputtered as they looked up at the person, before cutting their eyes over to Asriel, giving him a hard glare. Asriel poked his tongue out of his snout, before slipping away, leaving Chara alone as they were forced to entertain some random person that they didn’t even know the name of. Again.
‘I really hate these parties.’
It took ten minutes for Chara to finally find an opportunity to excuse themself without coming off as rude. They had gotten lucky, as the person they were talking to wasn’t too unbearable, but still. Chara started making their way around the venue, trying to find Asriel to give him the scolding he had earned, but the stupid goat seemed to be doing a very good job of giving them the slip because Chara could not find him anywhere.
They did manage to catch sight of Frisk again though, quickly signing to some girl around their age that they were chatting with, Papyrus happily translating for them. The girl giggled and gave Frisk a flirtatious smile, and Chara resisted the urge to stomp over and wring her neck. But committing murder would probably get them in trouble. So they decided to take a deep breath, calm down, and walk away.
At least, that was what they were going to do until they noticed that Frisk was wearing their usual velvet suit again, when they were most certainly not wearing it before. And to make matters worse, they weren’t wearing a purple half-cape like Asriel was. Instead, they had the skull and crossbones broach that they always wore pinned over their heart.
So something was definitely going on. Chara narrowed their eyes at Frisk, half tempted to walk over there and demand that Frisk explain what was happening, but quickly decided that if they heard that rich snobby girl with a fake giggle flirt with Frisk, they would be liable to make an attempt on her life. So instead, Chara was forced to stay where they were, glaring at the back of Frisk’s head. As if they had felt Chara staring at them, Frisk turned around, catching Chara's eye.
And there it was. Frisk’s innocent face. The face they only wore when they were doing something stupid. The one that made everyone go “Oh, this adorable little friend would never do anything wrong!” that told Chara that Frisk was definitely doing whatever people thought they weren’t doing.
Giving Frisk one last glare, Chara spun around and stormed away, their heels clicking angrily against the ground. They refused to stand there and let Frisk mock them. They were going to get to the bottom of this. Something was going on, and Chara was going to figure it out, no matter what.
If nothing else, Frisk and Asriel’s little game had helped Chara avoid talking to random partygoers, because instead of having to fake the expression of someone who had somewhere to be, Chara was actually on a mission. They swept around the party, searching for any sign of Frisk or Asriel, hoping to corner one of them alone. And when they did, they weren’t going to let them go until they got the answers they were looking for.
Frustratingly though, Frisk and Asriel were doing their best to keep themselves busy. Every time Chara caught sight of them, they were engaged in some sort of stupid political conversation. And every time, they were wearing a different outfit. Every. Single. Time.
Chara caught sight of Asriel with Toriel and Asgore, the three of them speaking to some ambassadors from another country that Chara couldn’t remember the name of, with Asriel once again wearing his black suit and green shirt, but instead of his purple half-cape, Asriel had a skull and crossbones broach exactly like Frisk’s. Then Chara managed to find Frisk again, talking to someone who worked in the Ministry of Defense along with Undyne. They were still wearing their velvet suit, but they once again had Asriel’s half-cape, as well as his green shirt, instead of the black one they were wearing before.
Again and again, Chara would spot the two of them around the party, wearing different variations of the two outfits. The black suit with a black shirt and the purple cape. The velvet suit with a green shirt and the broach. The black suit without the cape or broach. The velvet suit with both. Chara was getting closer and closer to pulling their hair out every time they managed to catch sight of Frisk and Asriel, getting more and more frustrated.
But then, right before they completely lost their mind, Chara noticed Asriel over by one of the exits, quickly glancing around before slipping out the door. A grin spread across Chara’s face, making a few people take a couple steps away from them. Usually they would be bothered by that, but at the moment, Chara couldn’t care less. They practically ran towards the exit, hastily opening the door and stepping out into the hallway, not even bothering to close the door behind them as they gave chase.
Asriel may have been quick, but he wasn’t quiet. Chara followed the sound of his footsteps, clumsy and loud from his lack of experience wearing shoes, tracking him all the way to the changing rooms that the venue had offered to the Dreemurrs when they booked it for the party. As they went to turn the corner right before the changing rooms, Chara heard Asriel whispering to someone.
“Okay, let’s go back to our normal outfits,” Asriel giggled. “I’ve had a few people give me weird looks, so I think we should try to throw them off our trail.” Chara didn’t hear a response, but after a few seconds, Asriel said, “Oh yeah, they’re definitely going mad trying to figure out what we’re doing.” So that meant Asriel was 100% talking to Frisk. Chara smiled to themself having caught them both in the act.
They stepped around the corner, crossing their arms and loudly clearing their throat. Asriel and Frisk snapped around to look at them, eyes wide.
“Hey guys,” Chara almost growled, their voice tight despite the wide grin on their face. “What might you two be doing all the way out here?”
“Awww, man,” Asriel whined, pouting like a baby. Frisk snickered, slapping him on the arm to get his attention.
“Pay up,” they signed. Asriel let out a long groan, before reaching into the pocket of his pants, pulling out his wallet and grabbing a $20 bill, huffing as he lazily held it out towards Frisk, who gleefully swiped it out of his hand and stuffed it into their own pocket, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.
“I’m sorry,” Chara started, their voice incredulous, “Did you two bet on whether or not I’d figure out you were lying?” They cut their eyes over to Asriel, glaring hard. “And did you bet AGAINST ME?” they demanded.
“No no no!” Asriel insisted desperately, waving his hands in front of him. “I mean, kinda, but not like- we weren’t-”
“We bet on if you’d catch us before one of the guests asked us about our outfits,” Frisk cut in, their voice quiet. Even when it was just the three of them, Frisk still preferred to sign, so Chara treasured every time they were able to hear Frisk’s voice.
“So you still bet against me?” Chara noted, giving Asriel another look, the monster sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Right. So what was the point of all this?” they asked.
“Just a bit of harmless fun,” Asriel shrugged. “These parties are super boring, so Frisk and I figured we’d play a little game to see if anyone would say anything if we kept swapping outfits.”
“That’s stupid,” Chara deadpanned. “Why wouldn’t they say anything? Hell, the second I saw you in Frisk’s suit I pointed it out. It was pretty obvious, even if tried - and failed - to play dumb.”
“Ah, but that’s because you aren’t a politician,” Asriel grinned as he waggled his finger. “They wouldn’t dare to say something and risk being wrong, especially about something so minor as what outfit a couple of guests are wearing. No, they’d much rather just keep their mouths shut and smile along.”
“And you get to sit back and laugh at their reactions,” Chara guessed, causing Asriel to smile a bit wider.
“Exactly!” he confirmed, bouncing on his toes. “Oh man, you should have seen some of their reactions. They get this constipated look on their faces, like they desperately want to say something so bad but are thinking ‘But what if I’m wrong? What if I look like a fool?’ so they say nothing and just try to ignore it, but they can’t help but keep giving us side glances. Golly, a couple of times they got so distracted staring at us that they zoned out of the conversation and got super flustered and-”
“Okay, I get it,” Chara laughed, putting their hands on Asriel’s shoulders to get him to stop rambling. “I have to admit, that does sound kind of fun.”
Somehow, Asriel’s eye brightened even more, shining like stars in the night. “Is that so?” he whispered happily. “Frisk, would you like to go get the things?” he asked, nudging his head towards the changing room door. Frisk gave him a mock salute, then slipped into the room, leaving Asriel and Chara alone in the hallway.
Chara raised an eyebrow at Asriel, leaning back to hold him at a distance, giving him a suspicious look. “What exactly did you send Frisk to get?” they asked.
“Weeeeeeeell,” Asriel sang, “Frisk and I had to get these outfits from somewhere, right? After all, it’s not like we could wear each other’s suits. They obviously wouldn’t fit.” That was an understatement. Neither Frisk nor Chara were exactly the pinnacles of height, and Asriel had been shooting up like a beanstalk. ‘Stupid boss monster genetics.’
“You can just say you got them from Mettaton,” Chara said, rolling their eyes. “He’s obviously the only person we know that would help you with this ridiculous prank.” They paused for a second. “Except maybe Sans, but he’s way too lazy to help.”
Asriel nodded along, making a little hum of confirmation. “Yup. And tell me, who chose the outfit that you’re wearing tonight?”
“…Mettaton,” Chara said slowly.
“He made that dress for you himself, didn’t he?”
“…he did,” Chara confirmed, their eyes narrowed to slits. “What did you do?”
Asriel didn’t answer. Instead, he just stood there, giving Chara that stupid grin of his, the one where he bit his lip to try and hold himself back from laughing that made him look so dumb. Chara was about to try and force an answer out of him when the door to the changing room opened up, Frisk happily hopping out, holding something out to Chara.
A clothes hanger, with a velvet suit jacket hung on it. Chara blinked at the jacket, before looking over at Frisk, seeing that they were holding another hanger, this one with a dress identical to Chara’s hung on it. They held the dress right in front of their body, showing that it was exactly their size. Frisk gave Chara a grin, wiggling their eyebrows.
Chara looked at Frisk, then down at the dress, then over to Asriel, then over at the suit jacket. Back to Frisk, back to the jacket, back to Asriel, back to the dress.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Chara closed their eyes and took a deep, deep breath. In, and out. They opened their eyes as an unsettling grin stretched all the way across their face, wide enough to make their cheeks hurt as their skin stretched just a bit too far. “Have I ever told you two that you’re my favourite people?” they asked.
“You could say it more often,” Asriel smugly replied. He took a giddy step back, opening the door to the changing room and dramatically bowing, his stupid smile ruining the gentleman persona he was trying to put on. “After you,” he insisted. Chara rolled their eyes and held back their laughter, grabbing the suit that Frisk was holding out for them and slipping into the changing room.
Chara decided that Asriel was so much smarter than they gave him credit for, because they were having a stupid amount of fun watching people’s reactions.
From the moment they stepped back into the party, Chara could see people watching them with a mix of confusion and trepidation. Chara could practically hear the thoughts going through their empty little heads. “Why is that scrawny little child wearing a suit? Weren’t they in a dress before? Why do they have such an excessively excessive amount of accessories? Who the hell told them that any of those colours went together?”
And these were all valid questions, because there Chara was, in a velvet red suit jacket and pants, buttoned up halfway to reveal an emerald green button-up shirt, a purple half-cape draped over their right shoulder with the Delta Rune inscribed on it, and a white skull and crossbones broach over their heart. Between their mismatched outfit and their messed up hair from hastily changing outfits, Chara was sure they looked absolutely ridiculous, and they were having way too much fun with it.
The best reactions were from the people that Chara knew though. Toriel glared at Chara with that ‘I’m so done with your crap’ expression that Chara loved to see, her lips pressed into a flat line and her eyes narrowed into a glare. Asgore and Undyne were caught up in a conversation with some random rich folks, and while Asgore simply gave them a slightly confused but also amused grin, Undyne gave Chara the most confused expression they had ever seen on her, drawing enough attention to bring the conversation to a halt as everyone turned to look at Chara’s new outfit.
Of course, when someone eventually pointed out Chara’s change of clothes, they played dumb. “No, this is what I’ve been wearing the whole time,” they insisted. “I despise dresses. You must be thinking of Frisk.” And oh, if people’s reactions to Chara’s new outfit were funny, their reactions to Frisk and Asriel were hilarious.
Because while Chara was wearing a mismatch of Frisk and Asriel’s suits, those two were wearing exact replicas of Chara’s dress, and the partygoers’ reactions to that were the stupidest things in the world. Chara would never forget the moment that Asriel strutted back into the party, rocking a poofy and frilly red dress, and causing a politician to do a spit take and shower his husband in champagne. Though, Asriel was barefoot now since he couldn’t exactly wear high heels because of his paws, but Chara considered that a good thing - the poor boy needed a break - and his dress was long enough to hide his lack of shoes.
And of course, Frisk was their usual dramatic self, practically skipping around the party, their heels clicking and clacking and drawing everyone’s attention to them, hushed whispers sounding out as everyone tried to figure out if the far-too-young-ambassador had changed into a completely different outfit, or if they had all simply had a bit too much Prosecco.
For the first time in their life, Chara actually joined their friends when they spoke to politicians, because how could they not? Watching Frisk and Asriel flit about and engage in political talks with rich and important figures while half the party stared at them was far too much fun. Every conversation was a game, where the three of them would do their best to pretend like everything was normal, trying their damnedest to keep straight faces while the party guests watched them with confused expressions, unsure on whether or not they should keep discussing upcoming press talks and land ownership or ask “Hey, Mx ambassador, your majesty, why the hell are you two suddenly wearing dresses?”
(Although, Chara was slightly jealous that Frisk and Asriel looked better in their dress than they did. Like seriously, how was that fair?)
By the end of the night, Chara couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off their face, giggling with Frisk and Asriel like school-children (which they should have been), vowing to make this a tradition. Of course, there was one problem, that being the evil glare that Toriel would shoot Asriel’s way every time she saw him. The first time Chara saw it, they almost broke down cackling, only able to hold back their laughter thanks to the fact that they were in the middle of a discussion, acting as Frisk’s translator as they spoke to another ambassador.
“You realize you’re going to be grounded for at least a month when you go home, yes?” Chara had asked. “Asgore might find this amusing, but Toriel most certainly doesn’t.”
“Oh, I knew that from the start,” Asriel shrugged. Chara snickered and rolled their eyes, lightly punching Asriel on the shoulder.
“Well, don’t worry,” they grinned. “I’ll be sure to help you sneak out of your room to have some fun.”
“And I will steal you extra pie,” Frisk signed with a grin and a wink. The three of them laughed and joked with each other as the night winded down, guests slowly making their way back to their fancy cars, and Chara decided that maybe, just maybe, they would be alright with joining Frisk and Asriel to more of these parties. Even if it meant having to deal with stuffy outfits and arrogant pricks.
But really, what wouldn’t Chara do for those two?