⚠️Warning⚠️
- angst
- fluff
- injured bean
- possessive bitch
- yandere

Chara couldn't stop her shakey breaths as she slowly forced her feet across the snow to User's home, knowing the creator was off having a sleep over with Becca. The demon had gotten into another fight with a Sans, this one saying that she wasn't good enough for her husband Sci. The Sans, who she was guessing was Killerfell Sans, was more violent about it than she thought. She had done a decent amount of damage on the other and sent Killerfell running, but she was also viciously hurt.

Her sweater had been torn all over by the others blade, gaping cuts in her torso and shoulder visible. The demon blood poison didn't affect her since she was a demon herself, and knew that Fawn was with Sci and could protect him. The only thing she had to do at the moment is to get home and heal herself before anyone knew what had happened. Should be easy, right?

The red eyes demon unlocked and opened the door to the home, closing it behind her with her foot. She heard the sound of locking once she closed it, turning to look at the door. She jiggled the handle before sighing. Must've been magic. She turned around to the inside of the house before jolting at the sight of the Italian demon, Mentality.

"...What did you do, you fucking idiot..." the Italian demon hissed, her eyes narrowed in what could only be described as anger and slight worry. Chara's gaze cast down, Mentality's hand slamming against the door as the other slowly gripped Chara's chin and tilted it in a way that Chara was looking into Mentality's eyes. "I asked you a fucking question, Chara... what did you do..." She murmurs, her red eyes glowing. Her gaze flickered over the others figure, making a mental note about them before staring into the others eyes once again. "Answer me.."

"...defended myself against Killerfell since she tried to attack me... saying that I wasn't good enough for Sci... that I'm a backstabber..." the smaller of the two demons whispered, closing her eyes as she whimpered softly. "I managed to get her to back off but... I'm in so much pain... it stings... so much..." She muttered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Mentality's eyes softened as she slowly let go of the others chin and stood up straight. She carefully picked up the others bridal style which made Chara shyly blush before setting her on the sofa. Chara let her legs gently swing against the sofa before looking up, weakly smiling as she watched the taller sit next to her with a medical kit in hand. "You know that skeletons wrong..." She muttered, carefully pulling the others sweater and shirt off, pouring water lightly onto a cloth before using it to wipe the gaping wounds. "You're such a nice person... you deserve Sci..."

"But-"

"No buts." Mentality growled, making the other fall silent. She let out a weak sigh, pouring water on the marks once again before slowly wrapping bandages around the slices. "There you go... all wrapped up, safe and sound..." She murmurs, Chara unable to stop a smile on her lips. The taller snapped her fingers, a clean shirt and sweater appearing on Chara, the ripped ones disappearing as well as the medical kit.

Chara smiled up at the other, happily snuggling into Mentality's arms with a gentle purr. Her eyes softly closed as she cooed, hair slightly tangled. Mentality let out a sigh, gently running her fingers through the others hair. She slowly began untangling it, letting out a sigh as she kissed the top of the others head.

'I wish you were mine, Chara... you have no idea how much I would protect you... keep you safe... hurt the ones who hurt you... I would even be happy with sharing you...' Mentality thought before softly sighing. 'But you chose that skeleton... maybe I could talk to him about sharing you or... I could take you as my own... you would hate me if I did that... I can't loose you again... you don't remember last time I had you... I'm glad about that... I hurt you badly... I... I can never take that back... I just pray that this Sci will care for you like I do... if he hurts you... his head will be on a spike...' She thought, forcing a small smile as she kissed the now sleeping demons head. "Ti amo mio dolce piccolo demone... Farò fino al giorno in cui morirò..." (I love you my sweet little demon... I will do 'till the day I die...) She murmurs, pulling out her phone. Time to tell Sci his wife almost died... again...

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