[Prepare ur butts there's soul touching in this chapter]

[Not very well checked, prolly has-]

[Shittaton: Hallo]

[Oh shit]

After another occurance of Mettaton, and a clash between Muffet -- Frisk having forgotten to buy something from the bakesale in the Ruins -- the two humans found themselves in MTT Resort.

After buying a couple of items and conversing with Burgerpants for a bit, as they left the emporium, Frisk joked, "Hey, Chara, wanna rent a hotel room?" They winked, smiling playfully, "Mom can't monitor us in there~"

Chara blushed, looking away, "You're a sick fuck."

Frisk smiled more, wrapping an arm around them, "C'mon, it could be fun! We would be alone, and... Well, that's my only reasoning. But it could be fun!"

"Will you just beg me for approval until I get annoyed enough to give in?"

Frisk nodded their head, "Uh-huh!"

Chara sighed, "Fine." They held up their index finger, "One night."

Frisk nodded, already making their way to the check-in counter. "One night."

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Chara sat on the bed, examining their somewhat-soul, while Frisk shuffled around underneath the covers, messing around with the musical tiles that produced sound underneath the sheets.

Chara still couldn't believe it. They had been living off of Frisk's energy, but their soul has been present all this time. Not very functional, but still present. They shook their head, despawning their soul.

They turned behind them to see Frisk still shuffling underneath the covers. "Havin' fun under there?" They asked.

"Yup!" Frisk replied cheerfully. Chara chuckled. How were they so lucky to be able to hang out with someone as cute and funny as Fri-

They slapped themself. Don't start having thoughts like that. It'll make your condition worse.

Frisk emerged from the covers, at the foot of the bed, "Geez, that tired me out. Now I really am tired."

Chara snickered as Frisk, thrown a bit off balance, tumbled out from underneath the covers and to the floor. "You wanna go home or do you really wanna sleep here?"

"Why go home?"

"I mean, this was just another one of your schemes to flirt with me, was it not? But now that you're tired, there's no more purpose to us being here."

"Do you really wanna walk all the way back through Hotland?"

Chara thought for a moment. "Good point."

As Frisk stood and dusted themself off, Chara asked, "Hey... Uh, is your soul... Still purple from our battle with Muffet?"

Frisk gave a confused look, sitting beside Chara on the bed, then spawned their soul as proof. "No. Our soul reverts back to its original color when we save, remember?"

"Oh... Right..." Chara already knew. They just needed an excuse to examine Frisk's soul. They trailed a crack they had noticed through their most recent collide with Mettaton, and it bothered them even more when they battled Muffet -- despite the fact that Muffet wrapped them up in a web and held them carelessly upside down, saying two against one was completely unfair.

Frisk shuddered, "What are you doing?"

"That skeleton... Really did a number on you..." Chara mumbled.

"Why do you say that? I'm completely fine!"

"There's a crack on your soul..." Chara grabbed the soul gently, though their tight grip made Frisk shudder once again.

"Hey, be careful with that... It's really sensitive..."

Chara looked up at them, then smiled. "Is it now?" They began rubbing it with their thumb, making Frisk shudder and fight back moans. Chara smiled more at their reaction. "All this time, you've been teasing me... I think its about time I return the favor." They began to rub more roughly, making Frisk have to bite their lip to suppress moans.

"Ch-Chara..." They uttered out, gripping their sleeves.

"Yes~?" Chara purred tauntingly.

"Y-You're an assh-hole..."

Chara chuckled, and began to Frisk's soul even rougher, causing them to release the moan they had been holding back. "You're so adorable when you're like this, Frisk~"

"You p-piece of shit..." They were a mess, and Chara loved it. Never has Frisk been as vulnerable as they were at this moment, and Chara found something about it highly appealing.

Chara began to slowly lick the soul, making Frisk shudder more violently. "Mmm~ Tastes like cherry~"

"Chara..." Frisk groaned once again.

"What? You want me to stop?"

"Y-yes, please..."

Chara glared at them, thinking for a moment. "Fine." They let go of Frisk's soul, red goop decorating their hands. "Jezz! My hands are all dirty!"

"And I feel violated..."

"Pfft, like you didn't like it," Chara looked down at their hands, then smiled at Frisk. They began to lick their hands seductively.

Frisk jumped. "Y-you're a piece of shit!"

"Okay, okay. I'm officially stopping. Jeez, Frisk. You don't take teasing well, for someone who does it constantly."

Frisk covered their red face, "I'm sensitive, okay?"

Chara smiled. "I understand." That gives me more reason to do it more often.