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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Asgore_Dreemurr_&_Toriel, Chara/Asriel_Dreemurr_(Brother_and_Sister)
  Character:
      Chara_(Undertale), Asriel_Dreemurr, Asgore_Dreemurr, Toriel_(Undertale),
      Chara's_Parents
  Additional Tags:
      Post-Divorce, Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Child_Abuse, Childhood_Sexual
      Abuse, Animal_Abuse, Drug_Use
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-17 Updated: 2016-09-05 Chapters: 10/? Words: 9454
****** Humanity or a Hole. ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     A neglected, abused child, and a lust for violence. What could go
     wrong?
Notes
     This is a story I'm working on about Chara's life on the surface in
     my spare time, sorry for the short first chapter, more to come!
***** A Regular Morning. *****
     God my neck hurts. I guess that’s what happens when you sleep in a closet.
I try and ignore the pain as I brush my long auburn hair out of my eyes. The
reflection in the mirror stares back at me, unblinking, Hell, it looks half
dead. “My name is Chara.” I say to the mirror, hoping maybe one day my name
isn’t Chara, or that the reflection in the mirror isn’t the pale, starved
teenager that is me, but someone different. Wishful thinking. The only feature
I’ve ever loved about me is my rosy pink cheeks, always warm to the touch,
always taunting me about the fact that I’m still alive. I try and walk out of
the bathroom into the kitchen as quietly as I can, hoping “Dad”, what a
disgusting word, won’t hear me coming. But no luck, his fat, bald head shot up
in my direction the instant my feet meet the kitchen floor, “Look who's awake,
you don’t need as much sleep as you’re getting darling.” His cracked lips
formed what can only be described as a shit eating grin before he attempted to
take a swig of whiskey from one of the seven empty bottles next to him.
Hopefully if I wait it out the amount of alcohol he drinks will kill him. “You
only let me sleep five hours a night asshole.” I mumble to myself, at least I
thought I did. “What was that?” He asks, trying to get into a standing position
instead of being slumped over in one of the kitchens moldy corners. “N-Nothing
sir.” “Wanna try that again sweetheart?” My knees began to slightly cave in on
themselves, and I place my arms behind my back, this asshole knows how much I
hate calling him this, especially after those time's, “I didn't say a-
anything…D-Daddy.”. Disgusting.
***** Laughter *****
     My arm only got halfway into the fridge before a whiskey bottle was thrown
in my direction, smashing against the cabinet door right next to me, glass
shards fly in every direction. "Just what are you trying to do there little
girl? " Dad questions, arm still raised from throwing the bottle. "I'm trying 
to feed my self." "Is that right?  Tell me, did you buy any of the food you see
in the fridge?" This shit again,  because I can totally get a job when I'm
thirteen in this town.  "What food?  Oh,  you mean the stale loaf of bread, and
the expired cheese in there? Well shit, I feel full just looking at that 
buffet."  I respond, avoiding his obvious bullshit question, "You better watch
it with that sarcasm, you little shit." .  "Well now I definitely know why 
she  wanted the divorce, you spend all your money on alcohol, and, well, she
was a cheating  whore who didn't love  either of us in the first place, she
abused both of us, physically and mentally." His eyes filled with anger, and he
clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. Oh shit, shit shit shit I
should not have brought up mom.
                                        
                                     Run.
                                     Run!
                             MOVE YOUR FUCKING LEGS!
     A wicked grin appears on my face, and I start laughing like a mad man as
he chases me down the hall. Its not like I enjoy this. The smile is more like a
nervous one, and the laughter is more like a nervous tick, just happens when
I'm nervous or scared. Its not genuine. (Stop telling yourself that, you know
you loved it when his eyes started watering at the mention of his own
abuser, you LOVE the suffering of others.) Stop thinking, just focus on getting
away from this drunken prick. Sprint into my room, close the door and lock that
shit, shove my dresser in front of the door for good measure. All I can do now
is listen to the pounding pair of feet charging towards my door. He pounds at
the door for a good minute before heading back down the hall, probably to his
room to sleep off the massive hangover he must be suffering from. My forehead
meets the door as I lean over the small dresser, I stare at the patterns
running along the wooden door. And I'm still just fucking...laughing. Did i
really find that much joy in seeing just a single second of my deadbeat father
relive his own misery? God damn right I did. My maniacal laughter echos through
the door, and into the hallway out side. One. By. One.
 
                                                HA!
                                                     HA!
                                                          HA! 
                                                               HA!
                                                                    HA!
                                                                         HA! 
                                                                             
HA!
                                                                               
   HA!
                                                                               
        HA!
                                                                               
             HA!
                                                                               
                  HA!
                                                                               
                       HA!
                                                                               
                            HA!
                                                                               
                                 HA! 
                                                                               
                                      HA!
                                                                               
                                           HA!
                                                                               
                                                HA!
                                                                               
                                                     HA!
 
 
                                        
 
                                        
                                                                               
                                              
***** A Different Kind of Lust *****
Chapter Notes
     Animal abuse coming up, didn't want to add a tag because its a one
     chapter thing. Or not, if it happens again I'll add a tag.
     The sun is setting, and the idle noises that once filled the house all
disappear. Seems to me that this is the perfect time to check the trap's. But
before I do that I need my kit, full of nails, tools, bandages, anything you
would need to keep something alive. Even if it doesn't want to be. I feel like
I'm missing something though, something crucial for these little outings to the
backyard. Oh yes, I remember now, I need something sharp. I could use a normal
kitchen knife, but that got rather messy last time, I like to keep those
for bigger targets. I need something precise, something made just for the task
at hand. Oh! I could always go through his collection. After the divorce, Dad, 
(I am gonna throw up if I say that word one more time, lets just call him by
his real name, Richard.) started collecting all sorts of weaponry and
other...thing's. (That fat fuck has always had his disgusting kinks.) He has to
have something I can use. Time to go see for my self.
      Good thing Richard is as stupid as he looks. He keeps everything
unlocked, it was easy to sneak into his room and go through his little boxes
of goodies, so many different weapons, all laid out upon me. Swords, batons,
staffs, brass knuckles. Does he have every weapon known to man in this damn
closet? It didn't take me long to find it, the one. A gut hook knife, fits in
my hand well, sharp, and very good at tearing. A wide grin appears on my face,
stretching from ear to ear. It's perfect. While I'm here, might as well go
through the other boxes and see if anything may come in handy, it's a good
thing Richard is a heavy sleeper, or I would have been caught ages ago. More
weapons,tax papers, old photo albums and...no, no no no not thatthing. I hold
the ball gag in my hand, in the box is everything else he's used on me. rope,
belts, paddles, why did I look through the other boxes God dammit, I need to
get out of this room. I placed various items back in their right box, and
sorted everything back where it was, and made my way out of there. I lay on my
bed with the knife and try to keep off a panic attack. I need a distraction. I
need to kill something. 
     Sneaking out my bedroom window has always been easy, My house only has one
floor, so my room is ground level. I've always appreciated that, especially
because of the fact that I sneak out so much. My squirrel trap's are
surprisingly empty tonight. I've already checked three out of the five I made,
usually at least one has something in it before I get to three. Its the middle
of Summer, these little fucks should be everywhere...heh, seems like my luck
hasn't run out yet. Looks like someone checked in to trap number four. I
designed these traps to be opened and spread out like a cutting board, so I had
to be quick to put a nail through the thing's tail so it couldn't move. After
it cant get away, it's just a matter of holding it down to nail it's arms and
legs too. Little squeals of pain from the squirrel, and little squeals of
anticipation from me. It's been so long since I've had a good kill, and with
something as perfect as this hunting knife, I can tell this is gonna be a good
one.
***** Good Boy *****
     "Come here Titan!" The rottweilers ears perked up, and he noticed the
skinned squirrel I held over the small chain link fence. He dashed over to me
in an instant, and I watched as he tore the squirrel to shreds. Titan is always
ready for any sort of meal, especially because of his owner starving him, I
swear I'm a better master to this dog than his actual owner. Titan is an attack
dog, so far I've only figured out that he knows two commands, sit and attack,
but he also does this thing where if you whistle at someone, he barks at them.
Like a warning or something, no idea how you train something to do that. Sit is
self explanatory, attack however, you have to point at something, then say
'attack'. I've tried it with him a few times on squirrels that were pinned in
my traps, and they were gone in seconds. I'm sure as hell lucky my neighbor
turned this thing into a killing machine. Dogs are different than humans, dogs
are trained to be mean, cruel animals. Humans...just born that way, all of
them, well, except maybe one. I hop over the fence separating my yard from the
neighbors, and pick up what remained of the squirrel. Part of the fence is
busted on the bottom, so I lift it up to let Titan and my self out, throwing
the squirrel corpse in a trash can standing by the road. I forgot it was trash
day, lucky me, or I would've had to throw it in my backyard again to decompose.
Time to get the hell away from this house, I climb back inside my window to
retrieve my bag, its got everything I need for a night out. Ski mask (never
know when you need one I guess.), a fashioned leash for Titan, snacks and
water, and of course a Bowie knife I snagged from Richards collection a few
months back, I could never leave home without this thing. I come back outside
to see Titan sitting on the sidewalk, waiting for me. Attach the leash, and
were on our way. 
                             Thirty minutes later.
     Its gotta be at least ten at night by now. I love the cover of darkness at
these late hours, my path lit only by the occasional street lamp. The night is
my home, I can do what I want, eat without worrying about being caught by
Richard, and even kill any thing I want to. As long as I do it in the right
place, no one would see me. Eventually I find my destination, abandoned
buildings and dark alleys surround me, each one holds a different story. But
I'm not here to explore, I have someone to meet. Low hanging catwalks loom
above me, and bursts of heat come and go with each barrel fire I pass, getting
glares by those who surround it. A quick whistle in their direction and Titan
lets them know not to stare anymore. I pat Titan on the head, "Good boy." he
wags his tail in excitement. I spot a head of spiked, dyed green hair near one
of the barrels. "Greetings Jack."  A set of blue eyes peer up at me, "Hey short
stuff!" "The name is Chara, Jack." Jack walks away from the fire, "And ya
brought Titan along too!" he says as he crouches down to rub Titans cheeks.
Jack stands back up, making me have to look up at him to make eye contact. He
places a hand on my head and smiles, "I see you haven't grown much." "Just
because I'm only five feet tall now, doesn't mean I wont grow to be 6'8 like
you. Then I can easily knock you on your ass." He quickly removed his hand,
"I'll keep that in mind. Come on, lets head back to my place." We begin our
walk to his apartment, and I give him a questioning glare. "Don't think I
didn't notice your blood shot eyes Jack, have you been smoking pot...again."
Jack shrugged, "We all got our addictions Chara." Indeed we do.     
     Jack opens the door to his apartment, gesturing me in, "Ladies first." I
detach Titans leash as I step inside, taking in a deep breath of air. "Still
smells like a shit hole." A small chuckle escapes Jack as he shuts the door
behind him. Jacks apartment isn't that different from home when it comes to
smell or cleanliness, but he has cable TV, food, and treats me more like a
daughter than Richard does. We watched bad movies, ate sweets and joked with
each other until midnight, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I
actually felt myself smiling, not from the joy of killing something, or the
misery of others, it was from just having good company. "How did you get your
eyes to be all red like that?" I lifted my head off the arm of the couch, "I
was born with them jackass! We've known each other for how long? And you're
just now noticing the color of my eyes? " I giggled. "So you don't have like,
any colored contacts on?" I raised a single eyebrow at Jacks stupidity, "Do you
really think I would want to wear red contact lenses my whole life?" "Yeah, I
guess that would be pretty uncomfortable." He stared up at the ceiling, his
usual "goofy stoner" smile gone, replaced by a confused expression. "Hey
Chara...when I said, 'we all got our addictions', You kinda got
this, serious look on your face, and I just wanted to say sorry if I brought up
some bad memories of your dads alcohol problem and shit. I didn't mean to do
that, if I did." "Jack...Its okay, I wasn't thinking of his addiction, I was
just, reminded..." Jack looked at me, his blue eyes staring in to my very soul.
"...Of yours? Yeah, I know how that feels, my parents told me everyday how much
of a disgrace I was because I lit one up every once and a while...if, you don't
mind me asking...whats your addiction?" I was taken back by Jacks question.
Should I tell the only person in my life that cares about me that I kill things
for fun? Will he hate me, will he leave me, will he...will he...I took his
hand, and led him off the couch over to my bag, which laid next to a sleeping
Titan. Taking out the Bowie knife, I turned to Jack and said, "Let me show
you." before opening the apartment door, putting the knife in the rim of my
jeans, taking his hand and leading him out into the streets of the town. 
***** My Addiction *****
     "Hey, didn't you say Richard only lets you sleep like, five hours a night?
Shouldn't you be heading home?" "That was only when he was sober, he would come
barging in my room yelling and kicking the bed. But hes never sober anymore, he
gets up at noon everyday now. Sometimes roaming to the kitchen to get more
booze, then he sleeps more. Were fine Jack." I tug at his hand as we speed down
the alley, this side of town is like a maze. Thankfully, I've been through this
maze with Jack many times before. We would explore all the abandoned buildings
in the area, looking for random trinkets and goodies left behind long ago when
the town thrived. But now, it looked like the apocalypse swept through this
entire side of the town, with abandoned buildings and those who looked like
they came straight out of the dirt. You can find very few friends here, but
enemies every turn you take. I suppose its like the rest of the world. "Hey
Jack? You remember when we first met?" "How could I forget? Seeing some kid,
surrounded by thugs. I took a good beating for stepping in, but hey, at least
they left you alone. Shit, you were even wearing that same sweater, you could
barely get your hands out of the sleeves it was so big on you." "Giving me this
sweater was probably the only good thing my mom did in her life." I said,
sliding my index finger along the single yellow stripe the green sweater held.
Jacks eyes went wide, and he pointed in the direction he started walking. "Hey,
we ever been inside that building?" A small, run down grocery store stood by
the side of the road, I followed Jack across the street. "Food Mart, what a
generic name. Lets try and find a way in." "Wow, will you look at that Chara, a
front door!" "Ok, like thathas worked for the past dozen places we've been to."
Jack strode up to the front entrance with a cocky smile. "Bet you
a chocolate bar it works this time." He placed his hand on the handle of the
door, and I folded my arms. "I'll gladly take that bet." Jack shook the handle
of the door, put it didn't budge. His smile gone, he lowered his head, "I'll
pay up when we get home." I couldn't help but giggle, "Come on, let's do this
my way. Look around for anything heavy." A few minutes of searching and I found
a lead pipe in a dumpster behind the store. Smash a window, crawl through, and
were in. "Please tell me you brought your phone." A beam of light lit our path,
and my question was answered. Random food items littered the shelves,
probably year's past their expiration date.  "You think they would've
packed everything up before shutting down, or maybe this place isn't even
closed, it's just truly abandoned." Jack smiled, looking like he was a kid in a
candy store. He took my hand, "Come on, let's go check the cash registers!".
     "Score! What kind of jackass just leaves thirty bucks in one of these
things?" I was in the middle of trying to bust one of the registers open when I
heard a noise coming from one of the other aisles. "You heard that too, right?"
I asked Jack, "Yeah, I heard it." We both slowly crept from aisle to aisle,
shining the flash light of Jacks phone down each one. Then we saw what made all
the noise, it was a possum. But now it was just laying there. Playing
dead, defenseless. "Oh, well that answers that I suppose." Easy pray."Chara,
you ok?" I came out her to show him my addiction, right? So why not. Just do
it, you know you want to. I slowly crept up to the possum, and lightly placed
my foot on it's torso. Putting just enough pressure to keep it pinned, but not
enough to harm it. Yet. I removed the Bowie knife from my jeans, Jack stood
silent, watching my every move. I pushed the blade into the possums neck, and
slid it across the things throat, slowly. It shrieked in pain as I watched it's
blood seep out onto my blade, pooling under itself onto the floor. It laid
lifeless, and Jack stepped closer to me as I kneeled, and cut open the possums
torso, right down the middle, and opened it up. Playing with and prodding at
the insides of the possum with the tip of the knife, I spoke, "This, is
my addiction Jack. I love to kill things, doesn't matter what, people have
always told me 'Life is sacred' but how sacred can it be, when I can so easily
take it away." Once I was done toying with the possums body, I turned to Jack,
his facial expression...calm, understanding, even. "We all got our addictions,
Chara. I'm not gonna tell you how fucked in the head you are, or tell anyone.
'Cause if I'm honest, I'm a little fucked in the head too. 'The stoner and the
killer' sounds like a perfect team for this shit hole of a town." He offered me
his hand, and I accepted it as he pulled me off the ground. "Lets head over to
our favorite spot.".
     Our favorite spot was on the top floor of a multi story parking garage. It
felt like I could see everything up here. I could even spot some of the lights
from the main city, miles away. But me and Jack always looked at one thing in
particular when up here. Mount Ebott. The stars glimmered above its peak every
night. "You think we could ever make it there? It's not that far a walk. Couple
miles away." I questioned Jack as we leaned on a part of the railing. "And do
what? You wanna make a log cabin up there, live like lumberjacks." "I wouldn't
go against the idea, It would get me away from Richard and my mother. We could
get out of this hell hole of a town, you know?" We both laid down on the
concrete roof of the parking garage, examining every star we could see. Looking
for shooting stars and constellations.
     "Hey Chara. Have I ever told you the story, of monsters and humans? "
 
 
                                        
***** Fairy Tale *****
Chapter Notes
     Alright, so I've been real busy with my job lately, I'm getting more
     hours (yay!) so updates may not be as frequent, that goes for all my
     works. But I promise, I will find the time to pump out new chapters
     for you guys and gals.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
     "Long ago, the Earth was ruled by two races, humans, and monsters. One
day, the humans attacked the monsters, cruelly, and without mercy. The
monsters, after a long battle, were defeated. And using a magic spell, the
humans sealed the monsters underground, below Mount Ebott with a magical
barricade. And the legend tells, who ever travels up Mount Ebott, is to never
be seen again." I turned on my side and faced Jack, the twinkle of each star in
the sky lighting up his eyes, "Jack," he turned to face me, "that's the
stupidest shit I've ever heard." He smiled, and we both laughed before he
spoke. "Well, its all just a fairy tale anyways, something parents would tell
their kids so they wouldn't travel up the mountain alone. Let's start heading
home before the sun comes up." We both stood up and dusted ourselves off. You
know what...fuck it. I wrapped my arms around Jack, burying my face into his
stomach before speaking, "Do you ever think were gonna get out of this town?"
Jack was completely shocked, but regained his composure before taking me into
an embrace, "I don't know kid...I don't know." We stood there for a few
moments, wrapped in each others arms. God it feels like forever since I've had
a genuine hug. "Alright short stuff, we should really head home now." I simply
nodded as we let go of each other, and followed his lead.
     We were back at the apartment watching TV, I gave Titan a part of the
sandwich I made earlier. He climbed up on the couch, getting a glare from Jack,
"Come on Jack, whats a little dog hair gonna do to this old thing." Titan
sprawled out against both of our laps, even though only half of him was laid
out on my lap, I still felt like I was being crushed. He rested his head in
Jacks lap, and closed his eyes. "Well, looks like were both trapped under a
sleeping giant." Jack said as he rubbed Titans head. "Well at least you don't
have the ass end of the giant." I poked at Titans back leg, and he kicked me in
the stomach, which sure as hell hurt, but it also lifted up part of my sweater.
Revealing a collection of long forgotten scars. Jack, much to my dismay,
noticed them before I could cover them back up. He got Titan off the both of
us, and scooted closer to me, "Who did that to you? You didn't...cut yourself,
right? I-I'm here if you wanna talk abo-" "No!" I crawled further away from
him, placing my back against the arm of the couch. "Chara, I get the whole
'killing animals' thing, I mean, I use to shoot at birds in my backyard with a
BB gun. But please, just talk to me about this. I don't wanna see you h-hurt
yourself." "It wasn't me! Ok? " I stood up, positioning myself in front of
Jack, "I really wish you hadn't seen those." I said, as I took off my sweater
and folded my arms over my black bra. Jack simply remained seated, quietly
examining the scars that covered my whole torso. "This wasn't me, or even
Richard. In fact, he has his own scars. This, is the work of my mother." I
explained, "You wanna know why Richard owns all those knives and shit? He said
it was a reminder, a reminder of what she did to him. Same goes for that
sweater of mine I suppose. I keep it to remind myself that I got through
it. Once Richard started drinking, she divorced him, as if she was better than
him, like she was above all consequences." Jack had a sullen look on his face
as I went on. "Truth is, they're both just walking piles of shit. And I still
remember the times when me and Richard would be locked in the basement
together, while she watched her garbage soap operas upstairs. I told him 'I'm
gonna get us out of this one day daddy, just watch.', he said he didn't want to
hit her, said he couldn't. Shortly after that, he started abusing me. After the
divorce, and we moved, he would start...tying me up, and...and..." Tears
started rolling down my cheeks, Jack grabbed my sweater, and put it back on me
before pulling me into a tight embrace. He put his hands on my cheeks, and made
me look him in the eye. "That won't ever happen again Chara. None of it. I'm
gonna make sure of that.".
        Everything went by so quickly after those words left Jacks mouth. He
    grabbed a baseball bat from his room, and we drove over to Richards. He
 answered the door after five minutes of banging on it. And that was when Jack
                       smashed the bat upside his head.
     
Chapter End Notes
     How are you guys liking Jack so far? Yay or nay? Tell me anything I
     can do to improve his character in the comments if you want.
***** Daddy Dearest *****
     This is fantastic. The sight of Richard, tied down on his bed using all
the rope and belts he's used on me. I can feel myself quivering with
excitement. Only problem is he wont shut up ever since he regained
consciousness. Just keeps going on and on about how he's gonna kill us when he
gets untied. Wait...oh this should be rich. I retrieve the ball gag from its
box, and put it on Richard. Muffled screams from him, fits of giggling from me.
How the tables have turned. Jack stood near the window, arms folded, and his
head down. "Jack...if you don't feel comfortable, you can leave the room."
"Yeah...yeah I think I'm gonna step out into the hallway." He made it halfway
to the doorway before turning around, facing me. "Actually...do you mind if
I...join you? " Well, that was unexpected...but at the same time, I
felt incredibly happy at his question. I beckoned him over, and handed him the
kitchen knife I held. "I just sharpened that thing, so do be careful not to cut
yourself." Jack rubbed his thumb horizontally on the edge of the blade, testing
its edge before speaking, "Why a kitchen knife? You said yourself this asshole
owns all sorts of other knives." "It's not like we need a scalpel for this,
this fat fuck isn't exactly the size of a squirrel. It's big and sharp. It'll
get the job done." Richard struggled harder and harder with his restraints as
Jack walked around to the side of the bed, and he tore off Richards shirt.
Exposing his chest and stomach, Jack placed the edge of the blade on the side
of Richards stomach. But then just stood there. Frozen in place. I wrapped my
hands around his, and guided the knife down the side of Richards flesh, his
muffled screaming through the ball gag confirming his pain. I've been waiting
to do this for so long. Blood started oozing onto the edge of the blade, and
with every violent gash Jack and I made along Richards chest and stomach, more
blood spilled out onto the bed sheets. Jacks hand started shaking, I turned to
him, "Are you ok?" "I'm f-fine." I ignored the shakiness in his voice, blaming
it on being his first time doing such a thing. Richard was struggling too much
to do what I wanted, so I took the knife from Jack so he could hold him down. I
sat on Richards chest, and placed my legs on each side of his torso, trying to
get him to stop moving. Jack still held him by the shoulders, and I leaned down
to get right in his face. "This is gonna be fun." I whispered, licking a thing
of blood off the side of the knife with the tip of my tongue before discarding
it. My eyes widened as I grinned. And I dug my thumbs into Richards eyes.
Finding pleasure with every scream of agony from him.
                       "Come on, isn't this fun daddy! "
       I jammed my nails into his pupils as his blood soaked my thumbs.
I pushed them deeper into his eye sockets and held them there for minutes at a
   time, violently thrashing his head up and down until he laid...lifeless.
                             He's finally...dead.
   "Jack..." "Y-Yeah?" A thing of nervousness laced Jacks voice as he spoke.
                             "Wheres the knife? "
  He handed me the kitchen knife I had previously tossed to the floor. And I
 positioned myself on Richards lower stomach, giving me access to most of his
                                    torso.
                      I raised the knife high in the air.
                                      Ha.
                                     STAB
                                      HA.
                                     STAB
                                    HA! HA!
HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA! STAB! HA HA HA! HA HA HA! STAB! HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA
         HA! STAB! HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA! STAB! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB
                    STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB
                                   "Chara?"
     I turned around to face Jack... and he looked, scared...scared of me.
                                        
                                        
***** Forced *****
Chapter Notes
     God I am so sorry about not updating my works as much as I should. If
     I'm honest with myself, I kinda took a break from writing and have
     been playing a SHIT load of Overwatch. But now it's time to write!
     Jack backed away from the bed. "S-Stop looking at me like that!"
"Like what?"  "Stop making that creepy face! Stop smiling like that! " I'm
smiling? I am smiling...fuck. I got off of Richards corpse and slowly
approached Jack, with every step I took towards him he would retreat farther
and farther away from me, it probably didn't help that my clothes were covered
in blood. "Come on Jack, its me, Chara. We've known each other for years! T-
This doesn't change anything between us, right? "This isn't good. "Uhh..." He
backed himself into a corner of the room. He thinks I'm a monster now. "Come on
Jack! You told me yourself you were also 'a little fucked in the head', what
happened to that!" "Jesus Chara! I was talking about being a druggie, fucking
shit up with BB guns! Not murder! " He's gonna leave me. Then I'll truly be
alone.  "I told you that you could exit the room, you decided to stay! You
could have left!" "I was trying!I thought I might, like it, but after we
started carving into Richard...it just felt so, fucked!" I stopped advancing
towards him, and gave him a questioning look, "Did you not notice me trying to
pull away when you started cutting into him, or the death grip you had my hand
in!" "I did? ...oh God I did." How did I not notice him trying to pull away?
Was I just being selfish? Lord know's I've wanted to kill that asshole
for years.I collapsed to my knees, and put my head in my hands. The blood that
soaked them covering my face. Oh God, I forced this onto him, forced him to cut
into Richard, and just didn't let him go.
                          H e probably hates me now.
                    Probably thinks I'm just some...freak.
                               Will he leave me?
                                   He can't.
                                   HE CAN'T.
                               I CAN'T BE ALONE.
    I lunged toward's Jack, and took him into an embrace, burying my face into
his stomach while repeatedly shouting. "Please don't leave me! Please don't
leave me! Please don't leave me! Please do-" I finally shut my mouth when I
felt his hand touch my back, and he hugged me back before whispering. "I could
never leave you kid...no matter how fucked things get, I'm always gonna be here
for you. Ok? Now stop crying, and lets clean this whole mess up." I'm crying? I
am crying...shit. Jack was back to his regular self, almost like all that shit
never happened, and he instantly started to take lead. "We need to get rid of
any DNA evidence that uh, this shit went down. So lets get cleaning, and we
also have to um...dump the body somewhere." I turned to the corpse that laid on
the bed, then back to Jack. "When did you become an expert on this shit?" He
ran his hand through his hair, and simply stated, "I uh, watch a lot of cop
shows on TV." I narrowed my eyes at him, and he quickly shuffled off to find
some cleaning supplies.
     "Well, that was a pain in the ass." Jack said, hands on his hips while he
looked over the room top to bottom. Jack had brought along a bunch of various
cleaning supplies, but it wasn't long before he decided to just douse the room
and bed in bleach. I was carrying a couple of bloody trash bags, "At least you
weren't on 'cut up the corpse duty'." If I wasn't covered head to toe in blood
before, I sure as hell was now. But... I have to be honest,it was
pretty, enjoyable, cutting Richard up into itty bitty pieces. We both carried
the bags out to the car, where the bloodied bottoms of the bags left obvious
stains in Jacks trunk. I guess we have another thing to clean, later. "We'll
get you cleaned up when we get home kid, can't risk taking a shower here."
"What? Why?" I asked, "Well, what if a strand of your hair falls out, cops find
it, then trace it you!" "I LIVED here jackass! There gonna find plenty of DNA
evidence just in my room! we were cleaning to get rid of evidence that you were
there, and that Richard died in that room. Remember?" Jack looked at me,
skeptical, "Oh yeah!" I rubbed the sides of my head with my index fingers
before speaking, "Jack, it is seriously amazing how much shit you can forget
within the span of an hour.".
     We were finally back at the apartment. We dumped the cut up remains of
Richard into a lake, far away from the town. I was just glad I was finally
getting the dried up blood off of me. I simply stood in the shower for awhile,
letting the hot water hit my back. Jack was probably trying to wash the blood
out of my sweater, putting it into the washer for the tenth time tonight.
"Chara!" He shouted, and I turned the knob on the shower to turn off the water.
Wrapping a towel around my self, I peeked out of the bathroom, and saw Jack
with my sweater, still wet. But, the stains were gone. "What the hell did you
clean it with to make it look brand new?" I asked, he waved his hand in the air
and replied, "Magic. It's uh, still pretty wet, so you may have to wear one
of my shirts until morning." "That's fine, let me comb my hair then I'll be out
of the bathroom, if you need to use it." I closed the door, and found a brush.
I tried to tug it through my hair multiple times, but it didn't budge. I gave
up, and went to Jacks room to change, a pair of black basket ball shorts, and a
simple white T-shirt, which almost came down to my knees. Jack tried not to
laugh when I found him in the kitchen, but he failed. "Looks good on you short
stuff!" He said between laughing fits. I kicked him in the shin, "First, you're
an asshole. Second, well, you style your own hair right? So, could you maybe
cut mine for me?" "Sure, it probably is getting pretty annoying huh? It
is waaaaay past your shoulders, so can't say I blame you. Well, follow me."
Jack got a stool out of the laundry room, and sat me down in the center of the
living room. "So, anything you want in particular?" he found a pair of
scissors, and a retrieved a bigger brush from the bathroom. "Um...does it sound
stupid just saying 'short'?" He smiled, "Not at all, in fact...I may have an
idea."
  A few minutes later, the floor was covered in hair, and it felt like I just
 shed pounds off of my weight. Jack retrieved a hand mirror from his room, and
                            held it in front of me.
 I loved it. Nothing fancy, Jack knew me, I don't like fancy things. He gave me
a simple bob cut, my hair wrapping perfectly around my face. I turned to Jack,
             and said, "I guess It's alright." before hugging him.
      I leaned into his ear and whispered, "Thank you...for everything." 
                           His grip on me tightened.
 
     
 
                                        
***** Habits *****
                               The next morning.
    I woke up to the sound of the closet door creaking open. Jack looked down
at me, sitting in the corner of the small space. "Why are you sleeping in the
closet?" "Um...sort of a habit I guess." I say, getting out of the fetal
position I was in, and crawling out. "So you're telling me, that in the middle
of the night, you got off the couch, and snuck into my room just to sleep in
my closet? " "Yeah...a closet has always felt safer to me than any sort of
bed." "That's kinda weird Chara, you care to explain why? Or..." "I'll go into
further detail when you have breakfast ready." I say, walking out of the room,
Jack followed behind me. "Breakfast? Kid, it's three in the afternoon." I
turned around to face him, "What? How?!" he shrugged before speaking. "We were
up pretty late last night. Who can blame us for sleeping in?" I folded my arms
across my chest, "So how about a late lunch then?" "Sounds good to me, I know a
good diner a few minutes away from here, your sweater is in the laundry room by
the way." I ran towards the laundry room, where I found it laying across the
top of the dryer. I had it on me instantly, it felt a little smaller from the
last time I wore it, but it smelled so good. Like flowers. I quickly brushed my
teeth in the bathroom, after spitting out the left over toothpaste I stared
into the mirror. "My name is Chara." I said, and smiled. Jack was waiting for
me near the front door, car keys in hand. "Ready to go short stuff?" "Not
exactly,do you have anything else I can wear other than these shorts?" I
pinched the fabric of the basketball shorts, "Its the middle of summer, you
sure you want something other than shorts?" "Have you noticed I'm wearing a
fucking sweater? " "True," He placed his keys on the kitchen counter top, "let
me go check for something." A few minutes later he emerged from his room,
holding a pair of dark brown cargo shorts in his hand. "I outgrew these a long
time ago but never got rid of them, I think they should fit you just fine." He
threw them to me, and I caught them as he retrieved his keys, then walked back
over to the door. I stepped into the hallway out of his sight to change. Jack
was right, they do fit me. Wow these things have a lotof pockets, and big ones
at that. I threw Jacks shorts onto his bed for him to pick up later. I stepped
back into the living room where Jack could see me, and did a little twirl.
"Lookin' good, now let's get out of here, I'm starving!" We walked outside to
the back of the apartments where the parking lot was located. It was a pretty
discreet place when it was dark outside. Honestly, that, and the fact that
Jacks room is so close to the entrance is probably the only reason I didn't get
spotted with all that blood on me last night. And the person at the front desk
is always asleep. Jack turned the keys in the ignition, the AC blasting out
that familiar shitty smell instead of cool air. "You should really invest in a
new car Jack, hell even the paint job looks like shit now." "I think it looks
better with age." He states, "Oh, so piss yellow looks good to you?" "I would
get a new car if I could kid, but money is kinda tight right now." "If it's so
tight, then why are we wasting gas going to this place instead of walking, like
we usually do?" I asked. "Honestly, I feel way to lazy to do any walking right
now. And put on your seat belt, I don't want you getting hurt." "Awww, you care
about me." he chuckled.
     We were half way to the dinner when Jack decided to break the silence in
the car, "So, did Richard have any, um, friends? " "What?" "Just answer the
question." he said in a serious tone. "No, he mainly went to work, came back
home and started drinking. The only person he ever really talked to was me, and
that was hell. He didn't even send me to any school, or anything." I answered.
"Well, then it should be a while until anyone notices that he's gone. My guess
is, when his bills start to become overdue, that's when people will figure out
he's missing." We pulled into the diner, parking right next to the front door.
We stepped inside, and a little bell hanging above the door rang. A plump
blonde woman looked up from the front counter she was wiping down.
"Why hellooooo there!" She spoke with a thick southern accent. Jack and I sat
in a booth near the back of the diner. Jack ordered both of us a burger and
fries while I looked around, the walls were littered with black and white
pictures, and a jukebox sat in one of the corners. This place feels like it
came straight out of the sixties. The blonde woman eventually brought us our
food, and offered Jack a cup of coffee, he rejected it. "Can I have a cup of
coffee?" I asked the woman, "Is your dad okay with that sweetheart?" She looked
over at Jack, "Oh, I-I'm not her father." Jack gave an embarrassed laugh. "Then
what are ya hun?" "I'm just her legal guardian. And yeah, she can have some
coffee." She sat down a mug, and poured the black substance into it. She went
back to the front counter, and started wiping it down like when we first
entered. "...Legal guardian? " "What, did you want me to tell her 'oh nah I'm
just some guy she lives with now.' I might as well be your guardian." I
actually like the sound of that. I'm definitely liking the idea of living with
Jack, I always hoped I would someday if I'm honest.  I took several sips from
the coffee between bites of food, "Hows the coffee?" Jack asked, "This is my
first time drinking coffee actually, tastes like its...missing something I
guess." he handed me some sugar packets. "Put that in there and stir it." I did
what he said and took another sip...sweet Jesus this is the best thing anyone's
ever told me to do. "I can tell you like it by that smile on your face." He
said.
     Several cups of coffee later, and two plates of food gone, we were ready
to head home. We got back in the car, and I buckled up. Jack pulled out of the
parking lot and sped down the street before speaking, "Alright, you got some
food in your belly, care to explain the whole 'sleep in a closet' thing from
earlier today." "Well...when I said it was a habit, I wasn't lying. After
Richard starting coming into my room in the morning, screaming, kicking the bed
and punching me to make me wake up, I started to sleep in the closet. I hid
behind my jackets and some boxes so he couldn't see me if he opened the door.
One time he did, and I just had to sit there, dead quiet. He never figured out
that's where I slept." "Oh..." Was his only response. "Yeah, so can we stop
talking about Richard now, the fucker's dead. Who cares." We both remained
silent until we got to the apartment, where Titan greeted me with his tongue to
my face. Jack just kept laughing at my misery, since there was no escape from
Titan due to his size, he easily reached my face even when I was standing. I
eventually just gave in, pursed my lips and held my breath until he gave up
licking me. "It's kinda strange to think Titan is gonna be here every time we
come home now." Jack said, "Well, honestly how much of a crime can it be
stealing this dog from his actual asshole owner."  "True." He says.
   "I am so fucking tired." I said, rubbing my eyes. Jack stopped cleaning the
dishes, and looked over at me from the kitchen. "Ah, your first caffeine crash.
In hindsight, it probably wasn't wise drinking an entire pot of coffee your
first time." I laid down across the couch. "Hey Jack..." "Yeah?" "Shut the fuck
up and get me a blanket." I heard him chuckle, then put down the plate he was
cleaning before retrieving me a blanket from the linen closet.He covered me in
it before speaking, "You sure you won't get hot under there in that sweater?"
"...Could you go get me one of your T-shirts." He came out of his room with one
of his shirts, I loved wearing his clothes, they were so big and comfortable. I
handed him my sweater after I put on his shirt, and he hung it up in his closet
for later. Titan crawled into the recliner chair next to the couch, and laid
down. I fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and the clanking of
silverware in the kitchen.
                                 Later that night.
    I woke up in the middle of the night, all the lights in the apartment were
turned off. This didn't feel right, this didn't feel safe. I got off the couch,
 and slowly opened the door to Jacks room. He was asleep in his bed, I took a
 few steps towards the closet, and took the door knob in my hand. I turned to
 Jack, his back was facing me. I took my hand off the door knob and whispered
into the darkness, "Hey Jack? " "...Yeah?" he groggily spoke. "Can I...sleep in
your bed tonight? I don't wanna sleep in the closet again." "Sure."  I crawled
into the bed, and covered my self with the blanket. I stared at Jacks back for
 what felt like ages. I wrapped my arms around his torso, and I felt him tense
up a bit. "Good night Jack." I whispered. He loosened up, "Good night Chara. "
                       This felt right. This felt safe.
                                          
     
 
***** Little Haggler *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow, it's been awhile! Sorry about not updating, but with school back
     in session it's hard to find time to write sometimes. I'll still find
     time to update for you guys and gals though!
                                    "JACK!"
    I heard the sound of pounding footsteps making their way towards me. Jack
stood at the entrance of the hallway, and I looked up at him before pointing to
the math book in my hands with my pencil. "Can you help me with this problem?"
He sighed, relieved. "Don't scare me like that kid, I thought you were in
trouble or something." He took the book out of my hands, and I pointed to the
problem that was giving me trouble. "Where did you even get this book, I know
you didn't sign me up for homeschooling and get this thing legitimately."
"Ebay. And guess what? There is more on the way. English, World History, all
the key subjects in school." Jack furrowed his brow at the math question, "Why
are you making me do this?" I asked, trying to sink myself in between the couch
cushions so I never had to see another math problem again. "Because I care
about you Chara, and since I'm basically your parent now I want to raise you
right. But I can't send you to an actual school with everything going on."
"Jack, ever since we met you've been basically my parent." He smiled after
hearing that, but he does have a point though. Sending me to an actual
school would be a bad idea. Its been five months since I killed Richard, and
now people know that he's missing. But now everyone in town thinks
that I'm missing as well. The local news station did a story on Richard and I
after the police searched my old house. 'Daughter and Father Mysteriously
Vanish.' That was the headline, they even had pictures to go along with the
story, Richards was taken from his work ID that was taken just last year, so
his was more recent. My picture however, had to be taken from an old photo book
in Richards closet, so now people only know what I looked like 4 years ago
instead of now. Guess I should be kinda thankful Richard stopped caring about
taking pictures for the photo books after he started drinking, other wise the
town would know what I looked like now instead of all that time ago. With four
years of aging, and my new haircut, I doubt people will recognize me. Jack
rubbed the back of his neck as he stared blankly at the math book. "Yeah...I
don't get this at all." I sank further into the couch. "Well then how do you
expect me to know how this shit works? I only know what I know because of you,
Jack." "Well, hmm... I may have something that can help you out." With that, he
sped back down the hallway, and disappeared into his room. I picked the math
book up off the couch, and looked over to Titan, who was laying down in the
recliner. "Think if I ripped this up, and blamed it on you Jack would believe
me?" I asked him, he gave me a bark in return. "I'm starting to talk to our
dog...I think I'm going crazy."
     Jack emerged from his room with a laptop that looked like it belonged in
the stone ages. "Found it!" He spoke with such excitement. "Found what? A brick
of dust?" He gave me a glare, "I'll have you know this thing went with me
through my high school years, I'm sure it can help you with your school work."
He placed the laptop on the couch, and I opened it. To my surprise, it still
had half a charge somehow when I turned it on. "Kid size shorts, old laptops,
how much junk do you have in your room?" I asked, He swung around to face me
halfway down the hallway. "That's actually a really good question." He once
again disappeared to his room, and I connected to the free Wi-Fi offered in the
apartments. I spent what felt like ages watching videos online explaining the
way to solve the problems I had. This suck's. My brain hurts, and I'm bored.
Jack started dragging box after box into the living room, "So, wanna tell me
what your doing?" "I'm looking through my room for all the old junk I have." I
got off the couch and looked through some of the boxes, old clothes, game
consoles. Even some newer phones and tablets. "Where did you get all this newer
technology from?" I asked, "Well, that's the funny thing, I can't exactly
remember." "Knowing where you got a shit ton of phones and stuff seems like a
pretty important thing to remember." But Jack just shrugged it off like he
usually does. "Well, the point is, we're gonna sell all this random crap for
some serious cash." He rubbed his fingers together, and did a little dance,
that if it didn't look so stupid, would be pretty adorable. "And just where are
we gonna get this serious cash from?" "Don't worry short stuff, I got the whole
thing planned out. We're gonna load the car with all this random crap, and
we're taking it to a pawn shop a few blocks away from here." Seemed like an
okay plan to me. An hour later we had Jacks room completely clean, and all his
useless shit in who knows how many boxes. We took a last look through a few of
the said boxes, "I think that's all of it." Jack said, spinning his car keys
around his finger. "Well then let's head out." I replied, grabbing as many
boxes as I could before walking outside to the car. It took around ten or so
minutes just for us to load all the boxes in the car, and it was a rather tight
fit. I even had to put some on my lap in the passenger seat. When we finally
arrived at the pawn shop and I got everything off my lap, I had to do a few
laps around the car to regain feeling in my legs before heading inside. The man
at the counter had a scowl on his face you could spot from a mile away, and a
stench that could be also be smelled from a mile away. He simply grunted when
we walked in, I guess that's his way of saying hello. He removed a red bandana
from his head, revealing a thing of jet black hair, and wiped his hands on his
leather jacket. He looked like he belonged in a motorcycle club. He spoke in a
low, raspy voice. "Name's Bill, what can I help you with today." "Well Bill I
got a whole bunch of old junk I need to get rid of, think you can help me with
that?" "Buddy, were a pawn shop, we specialize in old junk.".
     Once we actually got all the boxes inside and on the counter, all Bill had
to say was, "Wow." a pretty suitable reaction. He went through the dozens of
boxes one by one, examining each item inside each one. After carefully
inspecting each item, he placed his hands on the counter, "Well, this is a
rather decent collection of old junk if I do say so myself. But, you do
actually have some valuable stuff in here, like the phones and these game
consoles." Bill folded his arms across his chest, then started rubbing his chin
before speaking. "Tell you what, I'll give you...three hundred dollars for all
of it. A lot of that is coming from all this tech you got." I folded my arms
across my chest, imitating Bill. "Can you make it three hundred fifty?" I gave
him a cocky little smirk. "How about three hundred?" He replied, "How about
three hundred twenty five?" I asked, "How about...three hundred? " he repeated,
placing his hands back on the counter, Jack was just trying not to laugh.
"...Would you do three hundred and ten?" I might as well try one last time, "If
I give you the extra ten dollars will you feel like you won?" he raised his
eyebrows, and scratched his head. "Yes." I replied. Bill chuckled and looked
straight at Jack. "You got yourself a good kid there man." He patted Jack on
the shoulder, leaving a sweaty hand print on the cloth of his shirt. "Alright,
you got yourself a deal, three hundred and ten dollars it is you little
haggler." I placed my hands on my hips triumphantly. Jack signed a couple of
things of paperwork before we left. Back in the car, Jack looked at the hand
print left on his shirt, "I think I'm gonna have to burn this shirt when we get
home.".
 
     
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