Chara stared at the spaghetti on her plate, unable to shake the nausea that twisted in her stomach. She knew it wasn't her nausea she was feeling, but she felt like throwing up nonetheless. Frisk's fever had subsided, but now she was complaining of sore muscles and the inability to keep down food.

     Chara sighed and pushed her plate away. She glanced down at her phone, pretending to be reading a text. She stood up, handing her plate to Sans, who was on dishes duty.

     "Frisk's not feeling well, she texted me."

     Sans smirked,"Yeah, I bet she really needs you."

     Chara was barely able to resist the urge to smack that look off his face. She stormed upstairs, startling Frisk when she slammed the door. Tiredness ringed her beautiful eyes, and they flashed with pain as she coughed. Chara rubbed her back, trying to ignore the scars. Frisk stopped coughing, she looked up at Chara.

"What's wrong? You look mad."

     "Sans, of course. He gets so cocky sometimes, and it's really hard for me not to hit him."

Frisk stayed silent. Chara sighed,"I just... I feel like he still hasn't forgiven me. That he still blames m-me. For what h-happened."

"Don't say that!"Frisk spat,"If he can't get over something that is not your fault, he can go screw himself."

Chara smiled, feeling her anger dissipate as Frisk fiercely defended her.

"How are you feeling? I felt nauseous at dinner."

"I'm okay now, and I think I could eat something. Something cold."

Chara nodded and hopped out and downstairs. She opened the freezer, digging around. She pulled out a carton of chocolate ice cream and made two bowls. She was about to go to Frisk when she stopped suddenly, a vision unfolding before her. Sans and Asriel.

"S-sans? What's this about? Does mom need me?"

"heh, no. i just wanted to talk."

He pulled out a chair and sat, eyes fading to black.

"So, you're back. 'The Lost Prince.' That's what they're calling you, ya know?"

     "Um, I don-"

     "Don't play dumb! I know who you were, Asriel. The others may not remember anything about what you did, and Frisk may refuse to let anyone speak against you, but let me tell you this—I remember you, and maybe I don't remember everything you did, but I know enough. Enough to ask this—can I trust you, Asriel Dreemurr?"

"Sans! Y-you don't understand! I-"

"What don't I understand? The fact that you killed my brother, me, everyone over and over again? The fact that you played with our lives like this is all a stupid game? I understand plenty, Asriel!"

"Sans! Stop. Please..."

"So now you beg for mercy. Ha. Even after Frisk sacrificed half her soul for you, you still pretend to be innocent."

"Shut up!" Asriel's eyes were filled with tears,"I'm not him! Anything you remember wasn't me! I promise!"

"Heh heh. Really defensive, aren't you. Fri-"

"Enough with Frisk! Chara risked herself just as much as Frisk did! You never give her credit! Without her, Frisk wouldn't even had survived the Underground!"

"Because you would have killed her if she didn't look like Chara."

"N-no! Th-that's not what I s-said!"

Sans shrugged,"It was implied."

Chara had seen enough. She blinked away the scene, and as soon as her vision was clear, she ran to Asriel's room, blood pounding in her ears. She pushed open his door to see him sitting on the bed, his face buried in his hands, and Sans watching him through narrowed eyes. She grabbed his jacket and flung him into the hallway.

"If you ever, ever say anything like that to Asriel again,"Chara growled,"you will regret that severely. And I won't care what Frisk says. I can make you hurt in ways you can never imagine, and don't forget it."

His eyes widened in surprise and he teleported out of her grasp in a flash of blue. She sat next to Asriel, winding her arms around him. He sniffed, looking up.

"The soul connection?"

"Yeah. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just what he said, why would he say stuff like that? Doesn't he understand that I already feel terrible for what I- Flowey did?"

"Don't pay attention to Sans, he's a prick. He is going to get what he deserves one day, trust me."

Asriel sighed,"You should go to Frisk. She'll be wondering what you're doing. Oh, please don't tell her about this."

"I won't. I'm worried about her, Asriel. She's been really sad lately, and it's harder to get her to talk to me."

"Just give her time. She went through a lot. I can tell, even if you won't say what happened."

"Thanks Azzi. Also, come to our room in a few minutes, we need to plan something."

Asriel looked confused, but he nodded as she shut the door. Chara grabbed the ice cream and headed upstairs, having to open and close her door with her foot.

"Bout time. What kept you?"

"Oh, Sans and I had a little chat."

"You're not still mad at him, are you?"

"Haha! No,"she lied through her teeth,"we just had a little issue to sort out, nothing major."

"If you say so."

They are the ice cream in silence, which was good enough for Chara. She could barely hear anything over the sharp ringing of anger out in her ears. Her plan was formulating in her head. She giggled as Asriel walked in, glancing at Frisk.

     "Alright. We have to do something about Sans. Don't 'but' me, Frisk. He is being extremely annoying, and obviously thinks he's better than us."

     "He's just worried! It's not everyday a dead Prince returns!"

     "Um, sorry Frisk, but I have to agree with Chara. He's been rather, judgmental about who I was, and, I've... Ive become a bit afraid to be alone with him."

     Frisk blinked, hurt filling her eyes. Chara felt bad that she had upset Frisk, but she stood by her opinion.

     "Frisk, I know you trust him, but he's been really unfair to me and Azzi. You said so yourself."

     "O-okay. We can do something about him. It won't hurt him, right?"

     "Of course not, love. Now, here's the plan."

      SaaaAaAaAaAaAaAAaaaaams you dick. Sorry it's late in the day, but I got an update for today! Why do you think Sans is being a meanie, and what do you think their plan is?