((I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN LIKE 6 MONTHS!!! BUT FUCK IT!! IMMA DO THIS!!!
REQUEST SOME LADIES, AND I'LL WRITE SOME FICS!! I'M MOTIVATED AF RN!!!))
(Oh also, apparently the kid from the sweatshirt video is going to my school next year.
Oml I'm dying. XD (figuratively of corse...))

---Chara is a they in this~ But feel free to consider them whatever you like!---

The setting was a cold snowdin night, as usual, it was bustling with activity, especially now that the christmas season was here. And well you?... You were spent comforting a certain.... Character...

"And now a skeleton is fucking my mom!!!" They hissed, jabbing their finger into your chest. An uncomfortable situation indeed.
You see... When you give a Chara a glass of eggnog
(a certain BERRY thought it would be hysterical to spike...)
They'll ask for another,
and then another...

And another...

And then, chances are, they'll end up spilling out their whole life story and crying on your shoulder the whole night.
(Drink responsibly kids.)

And we all know there's nothing you'd rather be doing than trying to stop Chara from going out and fighting a chair because according to them "it looked at me wrong!!"
You sighed, moving Chara's hand away from your abused breast.

"I know... I know..." You said, patting them on the back, they hugged you tightly.
Well... At least it wasn't as bad as the time you had to fend off undyne... I swear, at this point, they should just call you the "drunk psycho cleanup squad."
I mean seriously, can no one in the underground hold their liquor?

"Common Chara... I think we should get you home."
Chara shook their head, only holding onto you tighter, their eyes shutting tight with a groan of disapproval.
There was no escape from their grip, you'd have to deploy the big guns.

"Chara I'm going to call Asriel..."
Chara only gripped you tighter. "Ppsgghhhh, like you can get to your phone."

Through the death grip you managed to move your hand down to your pocket.

Shit.

They took your phone.

"Well... Why don't we at least get you back to Toriel's, she's probably worried about you.." You said, trying to think of some way to get the freckled dork off you.

"Nooo... I wanna stay hereee" they whined like a child. I swear... If you weren't part of the "drunk psycho cleaning squad"
(Or if you weren't the slightest bit terrified of Chara...)
(Or if you were stronger...)
You would TOTALLY shove them off and walk home like a badass...

Only problem is...
You can't.

You kinda promised Toriel you'd look after them since she knew that the teen could get a little... Weird.

Grillby glanced over to you with a slight unreadable look of sympathy. You huffed.

"Ok Chara, I'm serious now, I'm taking you home an-"

*click*

You jolted up, letting out a small peep as you felt something... Unclip from behind you.

'Did they just???'
You looked at Chara, who was resting their head on your shoulder, snickering.
"Ok~"

"Did you just unclip my bra???"

"Nope."

"what the hell??"

"You said you'd take me home
Didn't you?"

"Not like- oh my god!"