Why did Frisk seem...mad, today? They had been giving the silent treatment all day. Had it been something Chara had done?

"Hey, uh, Frisk?" Chara asked as they rode the Riverboat back to Hotland. "Is something wrong...?"

Frisk kept their back towards Chara, and turned their head, giving an icy glare. They silently pointed at Chara's neck. "My scarf...? Are you serious?! You're pouting because I won't tell you why I'm still wearing it?" Frisk turned away from Chara. "Frisk...! You're such a child!" Frisk didn't respond, ignoring them. "F....Fine! I can give the silent treatment too!" Chara angrily folded their arms, turning their back to Frisk also.

Moments later, Chara began to grumble to themself. "That's not very silent," Frisk commented.

Chara growled, wanting so badly to throw their knife at the slightly younger brat. But, their knife was lost near the entrance of Waterfall, and they could already feel the heat of Hotland nearby. "Why did I get rid of it in the first place?" Chara mumbled to themself, "That was my most prized possession. The thing I cared about the most. Why did I toss it away?"

"Mayhaps you had found a new knife," The Riverperson spoke up.

Chara jumped at the voice. "What?"

"Perhaps there was a new, shinier, more desirable knife you wished to have. But, in order to gain the trust of that knife, you had to get rid of the old one." They paused, as if wanting Chara to respond, then continued, "But, as soon as you had that knife in your possession, you realized that this new knife was much more fragile then the old one, and was easily snapped." Another pause. "Now, the new knife requires more than attention and trust. It requires amendments and care."

Soon, the boat came to a stop in front of the warm ground of Hotland. Chara and Frisk climbed off the riverboat, and the Riverperson sang, "Come again sometime. Tra la la."

The two walked through Alphys' lab, advancing through Hotland, Frisk still giving the silent treatment. Amendments and care... Chara thought, not sure what the riverperson could possibly mean by 'a new-'

Holy shit it was an analogy. Frisk was the 'new knife' that Chara now had to treat with more than attention and trust.

"Frisk...?" Chara called again. Frisk looked at them out of the corner of their eye. Amendments and care. Chara sighed, pulling off the scarf silently, revealing the mark on their neck. Frisk's expression softened, then hardened again.

"Who did it?"

"Hmm?"

"How did a hickey get on your neck?"

"....hickey...?"

Frisk tried to keep their angry expression, but couldn't help but snicker, "You don't know what a hickey is?" Chara slowly shook their head and Frisk burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?!" Chara hissed, but couldn't stay mad for long. Frisk was back to their idiotic self.

"You seriously don't know what a hickey is?"

"No!"

Frisk made an attempt to calm their laughing, "Well, okay, tell me how that hi- I mean, how that 'mark' got on your neck."

Chara blushed and sighed, "You put it here..." Frisk abruptly stopped laughing, and nearly tripped even though they weren't even walking. "When you were drunk... You...assaulted me... And, started biting my neck... And, then you started mumbling about how much you loved me... Then you passed out... While you were passed out, I planned on discarding the scarf, then I saw the mark and..." It was weird, telling and reliving the event. Chara hadn't thought much of it then -- Frisk was simply drunk, and had no control over what they were talking about. No control, not no idea. What if these were things Frisk had thought about for awhile, but only surfaced when they had no control over their actions?

Chara decided it better not to think about it at the moment. Especially with how embarrassed Frisk seemed after hearing about what they had done. "Oh God... Chara, I'm so sorry... I..."

Chars waved their hand dismissively, "It's fine." They tightened their scarf back around their neck. "Let's just agree to not let Mom know about this, capiche?"

Frisk smiled, and put up a determined thumbs up. Chara was glad to see Frisk happy again. Angry Frisk wasn't as amusing.

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CAUTION: THIS PART OF THE CHAPTER INCLUDES SIN! VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

[Sans: more like read at your own FRISK]
[YOU'RE NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE SHOO]

"FRISK WE'LL NEVER MAKE IT AT THIS RATE YOU HAVE TO LET GO!" Chara yelled.

"BUT WE'RE SO FAR UUPPP" Frisk whined.

They had made it to Mettaton's cooking show, and were now making their way to the soul substitute for the cake. But, there was a little problem. Frisk had decided, instead of patiently waiting while Chara went to get the substitute, to ride on the back of the jetpack. It wouldn't have been much of a problem, if Frisk didn't weigh them down. And if Chara wasn't such a bad jetpack flier.

One minute later, they were out of time. But, in some miraculous fashion, the substitute was unneeded and discarded, so Mettaton left. They made it back to ground, Frisk still on Chara's back. "You can get off now." Chara said.

Frisk's grip around Chara's neck only tightened as they nuzzled Chara's hair. "Your hair is so fluffy..."

Chara blushed, "Don't smell my hair!"

"I'm not smelling, I'm nudging."

"Then stop nudging it!"

Frisk sighed irritably, "Fine..." As they walked on through Hotland, Chara stumbling a bit each time they landed from flying over the gusts of steam due to the added weight of Frisk, Frisk found themselves growing bored. And tired. Hotland lasted longer than they remembered.

They found themselves looking down at Chara's neck. The back was exposed and not covered by the scarf. Frisk bit their lip hungrily. No wonder my drunken state went for their neck... Their skin may be pale, but... Damn, it looks so... edible... Frisk slowly lowered themselves, opening their mouth. N...no... They backed away. I can't... I shouldn't...

"You alright? You're way too quiet back there."

Frisk jumped, "F-Fine!" They said, wiping away drool from their mouth. "A-after we finish this next puzzle, we should probably be getting back home."

"Yeah... Well, I think another elevator is behind that door." Frisk nodded. "Y'know, things would probably go by faster if you weren't dragging me down." Frisk's grip on Chara only tightened and they laid their head on their shoulder. Chara sighed, continuing through Hotland, solving the puzzles. Digital puzzles were more Chara's forté, and easier for them to solve.

Soon they were heading to the entrance of Hotland, back to the Riverperson. Frisk's hunger for Chara's neck grew the longer they waited. At least when we get back to Snowdin, Frisk thought, We'll be closer to home in case I hurt them...

"You can't ride my back all the way home!" Chara hissed as they stood beside the Riverperson's boat, "You're gonna have to get off!"

"But you're so soooffttt," Frisk argued, nuzzling Chara's hair once again.

Chara growled, then jumped and squeaked slightly. "Did you just...lick me...?"

Frisk flinched. Their hunger had gotten the best of them. "N-No! Why would you think that...?"

Chara shuddered, "Must've been something oozing from the caves... Anyway, I can't get on the boat with you on my back. Do you want the boat to tip over?" With a pout, Frisk let go of Chara, climbing off their back.

The two boarded the boat, making their way back to Snowdin.

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They made it to Snowdin, Frisk gripping their sweater, trying to ease their hunger. They had no idea where all this lust had been coming from. But they wanted it to go away, or at least calm down instead of get more intense. They would kill to have Sans' hoodie to cover themself with.

"C'mon, Frisk!" Chara called, "Why are you walking so slow?"

Frisk kept their head down, not wanting to risk the chance that simply looking at Chara would make them lose it. "S-Sorry..." They apologized, picking up their pace.

"Are...you okay? You're acting really weird. Did you get more temmie flakes? We haven't even been to Waterfall!" Frisk shuddered, not wanting to respond. "Are you cold? You can have my scarf..."

"N-No!" Frisk suddenly yelled, tilting their head up. Their mouth was covered in drool.

Chara's eyes widened, "Frisk...?"

Frisk fell into the snow, sitting with their knees curled into their face, "I don't know what's happening... I'm... I feel...really hot, despite being in Snowdin... I thought it was just Hotland heat lingering around me, but... A-And... I have a sudden...craving for affection... I don't know what's going on..." Chara crouched down, reaching a hand out towards Frisk. "D-Don't touch me! I might pounce on you!" Chara glared at Frisk, then grabbed their collar and pulled them close. "Charrraaa!" Frisk hissed in protest.

"I would say you're in heat... But I don't think that's the case... We should probably tell Mom about this..."

"N-No! I don't want her to know!"

"You're drooling like an animal, Frisk. I'm sure a little embarrassment can be sacrificed to find out what the hell's wrong with you."

Frisk's eyes drifted downward. "Your neck."

"My...neck?"

"I... I want it..."

"You...want my neck...?"

Frisk growled, their patience reaching its peak, "No, you idiot!" Frisk pinned them to the ground, "I want to bite it!"

"B-Bite my ne-eeeeck~!?" Chara suddenly moaned as Frisk bit their neck. "Frisk... Frisk, stop!" Frisk only bit harder, making Chara have to bite their bottom lip to force back moans. "This is what you wanted? To put more marks on my-" Chara jerked, interrupting their sentence.

"Thought your spot would be near the hickey..." Frisk mumbled before nibbling and licking at a certain part of Chara's neck, making Chara begin to struggle to bite back moans. Their breathing increased, and they felt Frisk's heat rubbing off on them.

"F-Frisk..." Chara moaned out, wrapping their arms around Frisk. "Hng..." They grunted, starting to drool out of pleasure. "Frisk..." Chara pulled them up, making them give a confused and angry look. "L-Let's continue this at home..."

[sorry not sor- WHERE DID THOSE THOUSAND VIEWS COME FROM?!]