Chapter Thirteen~Love. Not LOVE.

Chara blushed, her eyes widening a little. Flowey was silent, but he was smiling.

He totally didn't ship it...

Frisk gave Chara a small smile. "I'll always forgive you."

Then why haven't I forgiven myself? Chara thought. She didn't dare say the sentence out loud. Maybe... Maybe Frisk was right. Chara smiled a small smile.

"You dork..." Chara mumbled. "You're too forgiving."

"And that's a bad thing?" Frisk asked.

"Nah." Chara said, looking up at Frisk. "Besides, I don't want to be too demon-ding." Chara smiled a little wider and Frisk sighed, pushing her away a little. Chara giggled slightly. "Whahat?"

"That was worse than something Sans would come up with." Frisk complained. Flowey had left the two as soon as Chara had said the pun, not even wanting to get started with that.

"I still gotta put a little more 'backbone' into my work in order to get to that point." Chara joked with a wink.

"Noooooo," Frisk whined.

"Yeeeeeeesss," Chara retorted in a mocking tone.

"You're making me pun-comfortable." Frisk mumbled with crossed arms.

"You did it!" Chara exclaimed, hugging Frisk. "I'm so prouuddd!"

"Oh hush it!" Frisk pushed her away playfully, and Chara snickered. She wished this could last forever. God dammit Frisk, stop making me love you.