Chara didn’t need this. They shoved their phone back in their pocket, and wiped the tears from their eyes, glad that the darkness of the room covered up their face, which was tear stained. They thought for a second, trying to decide how to respond. Could they trust their voice to sound normal? If not, it was best to just ignore Sans and go to their room.
But…ignoring Sans was usually a bad idea. Maybe they could talk their way out of this.
“I was walking.” They began, mentally scolding themself for choosing to speak. Their voice was horse and congested from crying. “I do that. What with having legs and all.” They tried for a laugh, but it was halfhearted. “What, I didn’t scare you, did I?” They teased, involuntarily sniffling. “Pft, I’m fine.” They lied, “I know my way around the streets, and, heh, you know I can fend off any attackers.” They gave Sans a cocky grin that didn’t match their forlorn, exhausted voice. Even in the darkness, their eyes glinted red, like flickering embers. A reminder that Chara could be dangerous if they wanted to.
Chara noticed they were shaking, maybe from the cold, maybe from not having a good nights sleep in over a week. They played it down, leaning against the wall to steady themself and taking out their tangled earbuds. They began untangling them. “So what about you Sansy? Why are you up this late?”
Walking? Oh, they were good at lying. Far TOO good, in fact. However, not that well enough for Sans to not notice.
Honestly, could they not just tell him where they had been? Was that too hard for their poor little selves?
Regardless, he wasn’t going to push it too much. Why bother? That would just bring him trouble in the end that he’d much prefer to avoid. Wouldn’t want to put his lazy bones in such a critical state now, would he?
True, they could fend off anyone, Sans knew that all too well, but if they came back one day with even a scratch one them, then it wouldn’t be Chara that would get the bulk of the shouting, no, it would be Sans himself from Toriel. He had so much that he had to take care of, and this brat was one of them. Unwillingly, of course. If it were up to him, they’d be dead where they stood, but, hey, he DID make a promise, now, didn’t he?
Shame, really.
Tori really could be so naive sometimes.
* me? Heh..
* just bein’ an insomnia filled lazy bones, kid.
* ya know, th’ usual.
He wasn’t lying, either. He honestly couldn’t sleep that night. Maybe it was all the naps that he had taken throughout the day, maybe it was the usual nightmares that had grown in intensity. Well, what ever it was, he wasn’t sure, nor did he really care by this point. It was such a usual, daily thing that he had grown to just accept that sleep was not something that he could enjoy like most humans and monsters could.
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