I do not own anything in representation or reference to something else, but this is a fanfic so you get the idea.
You're in this story. Screw it your the fucking highest god in this story. HOWEVER! You are not the MC, though, you do have the MC synd...
I get up, dust myself off, and turn around and face Chara.
Caleb: We need to talk.
Chara: Whaaa...
Caleb: I have chocolate for yo--
Before I could even finish chocolate, she had already pounced on top of me, and pinned me to the floor.
Chara: Give me... NOW!
Caleb: U-Um... Chara... P-Please stop and think for a moment.
Chara looks at me for a second before her face slowly turns pink. She punches me before getting up, which of course, doesn't phase me. Did kinda hurt my feelz though... ;-;
Caleb: Get ready, we're going shopping.
Chara: Shopping for what?
Caleb: You saw the fridge right?
Chara: Y-Yeah...
Caleb: Tell you what, think of this as a date. I'll treat you, and you get a IOU from me.
I saw steam visibly come off of Chara's face. You know what, I've always considered Chara cute, but as of now, I don't really feel anything. Kinda dead inside. But I do feel empathy for Chara...
Caleb: Don't need make up, to cover up. Being the way that you are is enough.
I left Chara to get ready, while I waited in the living room.
(Y/n): EVERYONE ELSE IN THE ROOM CAN SEE IT!
Caleb: EVERYONE ELSE BUT YOU!
(Y/n)/Caleb: BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY EL---
~Timeskip
(A/n: You're welcome for the childhood trauma/memories. Don't own pic)
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Chara: Hey, you ready?
Caleb: ... Okay... Hold up a flipin minute... You're acting as if you've done this a thousand times, just be your normal cute self.
Chara immediately lost her composure. Oh, right... Chara gets flustered by endearing terms... Old but Fun Fact: Chara's cheeks are rounder than Frisk's.
Chara: I-I-I'm not cute.
Caleb: Don't even get me started on how cute you are. Now, food first, or shopping?
Chara: Well, I'm not that hungry, so shopping?
Caleb: Shopping it is. I left a note for Frisk, so let's go.
