#chacha week

the demon that cuddles

((didn’t post anything for day 6. Oops.))

Sour Patches approached Imp in a much more shy method than she normally would, seemingly having something important to say this time.

“Hey Imp?” The child asked meekly.

“Yo, what’s up Sour.” Imp greeted, not yet noticing she seemed off today.

“I wanted to apologize.” She started with a somber tone.

“For what?”

“Getting comfortable.”

“Huh?”

“When I sat on you last week, I got comfortable.” Sour Patches admitted to Imp. “It was like you disappeared and weren’t even there.”

“Heh, thanks for saying I’m a comfortable butt cushion I guess.” Imp laughed it off.

“Let me finish.” Sour Patches asked of Imp.

“Okay.”

“It’s just you’re really soft.”

“Thanks.” Imp interrupted again. “Must be what makes me so comfortable to sit on.”

“You know, I could just end it at that and keep using you as one.”

“Okay okay, I’ll stop interrupting.” Imp assured Sour Patches.

“Thank you.” She told Imp gratefully. “Anyway, as I was saying, you’re soft and easy to be around. I think….. I think I maybe like you.” She said with a small blush.

“Huh, weird.” Imp replied kind of shocked, not realizing they just put their foot in their mouth.

“You know, I think I liked you better as a butt cushion, at least then you didn’t say dumb things like-”

Imp grabbed her hands before she could say anything else. “I’m sorry, I like your butt too.” Imp froze hearing their own words. “That’s not what I meant to say, that's not what I meant to say, that’s not what I meant to say” echoed in their head as they stood there frozen, unable to react at the stupidity of their comment. It was her fault Imp thought, had she not brought up the sitting thing it wouldn’t have been in their head!

“That’s not what I was expecting, but it’s fair.” Sour Patches smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind, and now that we’ve both confessed, I hope we can move closer.” She let go of Imp’s hands and turned to head home with a wave.

“No wait!” Imp called out, there was no way they were going to let it end like that. “I like boobs too!” Shit, that wasn’t it either Imp thought to themself hearing it out loud.

“Don’t push your luck.” Sour Patches replied teasingly and started walking home.

“Why am I so stupid around girls?” Imp thought and put their hands in their pocket to walk home themselves. _____________________________________________________________

Sour Patches admits their feelings to Imp, Imp admits something else. They’re growing up ;w; 

Sinberry and Sour Patches returned home from another day of School. Sinberry was doing a good job keeping Sour Patches’ newly popular in School, but for some reason popularity alone wasn’t making her social situation any better.

“Hey mom, pops, get us some drinks will ya?” Sinberry commanded of Sour Patches parents, and to no longer her surprise, Sour Patches watched her mother obey.

“You never did explain how you have control over them.” The child asked her demon friend.

“Demons have control over anyone who’s sold their Soul.”

“W-what? Did they really?” Sour Patches replied shocked, but would also believe her parents had sold their Souls.

“No.” Sinberry laughed. “But given their love of luxury, I could probably get one of them too, or both, make it a two for one deal.” The demon grinned.

“Please don’t.”

“Don’t worry, I’m off the clock.” They laughed, promising not to take their Souls.

“That’s good.” Sour Patches said relieved. “And that whole thing about the Soulless having to obey demons also a lie, right.”

“Oh yes, of course.” Sinberry assured Sour Patches, but in a lying tone. “Remember to do my homework for me will ya?”

“Sure thing.” Sour Patches smiled and grabbed Sinberry’s backpack. “Wait….” Suddenly she couldn’t tell if she was doing this because they were friends, or Sinberry commanded her too.

Sinberry just smiled from across the table, sipping the drink Sour Patches’ mom had got them.

Sour Patches finished up her homework and Sinberry, not that Sinberry cared if she were to fail their fake School attendance, and went off to find her demon friend.

“Sinberry.” The child said entering the room and finding them on the bed.

“Finished my homework?” Sinberry asked hearing Sour Patches enter.

“I did.”

“Good.” The Demon replied. “Time for me to be off then.”

“No wait.”

“What?” Sinberry turned back to the child before opening their portal home.

“I was hoping before you go, we could maybe-” Sour Patches was being surprisingly timid about this request.

“Just spit it out.”

“Sleep with me.”

The Demon grinned at her. “You really wanting me to collect on that now?”

“Not like that!” Sour Patches said blushing red.

“I know what you mean.” Sinberry laughed, just teasing the poor girl. “Again though?”

Sour Patches just rubbed her arm embarrassed.

The demon sighed. “Alright, I’m off the clock today anyway. Crawl under the blankets and I’ll join you in a minute.”

“Yes!” Sour Patches cheered and crawled into bed to await her demon for some cuddles before bed. _______________________________________________________________

Cha Cha Slide

“I can’t believe there’s a dance this week and no one I know is here right now.” Chara said to themselves. “Not like I wanted to dance at a stupid school thing anyway.” After grabbing their books they slammed the locker closed, instantly revealing another Chara that was behind the open door. “Aaaa!”

“Sorry, did I surprise you?” Sprinkles asked.

“How long were you there?!” SSC Chara completely skipped past Sprinkles’ question to ask one of their own.

“I had a question to ask, and after hearing what you said I think it’ll be a yes.” They beamed with a smile.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You’re not taking me to the dance.” SSC Chara told Sprinkles.

“I didn’t know that’s what you wanted, I just wanted to know if Frisk was gone, I’ll pick you up at seven.” Sprinkles told SSC Chara and walked down the hall. “See you then.” They waved.

“What? No! I said no! Are you even listening?” SSC Chara yelled after Sprinkles. “Ugh!” They exclaimed, realizing they were going to that dance whether they wanted to or not. At least it was the cute Chara, and not some degenerate, they thought to give themselves some solace in the fact.

A few hours later SSC Chara was patting down their dress, they didn’t like wearing dresses often, but no doubt Sprinkles was going to show up in a suit. They might not have been thrilled about this dance, but they may as well look like a good couple doing it. Ugh, what if people did see them as a couple? They grimaced at the thought.

A knock came at the door, informing SSC Chara their date had arrived. “Let’s just get this over with.” They told themselves and went to the door to open it. “Why are you in a dress?!”

“This?” Sprinkles inquired to their dress. “I couldn’t decide between a suit or a dress, but then I remembered you like calling me cute.”

“I do not!”

“Then why do you keep calling me the cute Chara?”

“What else am I supposed to call you!” SSC Chara yelled in response, trying to mask their embarrassment in anger. “You’ve got the round face, cutesy clothes, rainbow scarf, the I’m so sweet and lovable personality.”

“Well I do have a nickname.” Sprinkles informed SSC Chara.

“Oh?”

“Sprinkles Chara.”

“....Oh come on! Even your nickname is cute.”

“Thanks.” Sprinkles beamed and grabbed Chara’s hand, now let’s go dance.

“No wait!” SSC Chara had wanted to take the opportunity to change into a suit if Sprinkles was wearing the dress, but it seemed Sprinkles wasn’t going to wait for SSC Chara to change.

Sprinkles and Chara walked into the gymnasium where the dance was held. Typical School dance with refreshments in the corner surrounded by those too shy to ask a partner to dance, DJ on stage playing the newest hit songs it’s assumed teens love, and the different social groups hanging in their respective spots with little actual dancing happening. This however wasn’t getting Sprinkles’ excitement down.

“Come on, dance floor’s empty.” The eager Sprinkles said taking Chara by the hand to to the center of the room.

“Wait!” Chara tried fighting back. “We’d be the only ones, everyone would stare at us.”

“Well why wouldn’t they?” Sprinkles asked. “You’re the prettiest one here.”

“I will actually murder!” The red faced Chara yelled, but their dance partner once again ignored their constant threats and drug Chara to the middle of the floor to dance. And as if by dramatic irony, the song ended and the DJ put on a slow dance for the only pair dancing.

“Shall we?” Sprinkles gave a little bow and presenting their hand to be taken in Chara’s.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“You’re not going to lead me into a dance in front of everyone.” Chara told Sprinkles.

“I didn’t realize you wanted to lead, I’ll start first then you take lead.” The other dance partner said and pulled Chara close to them.

“That’s not what I meant!” Chara protested, but to no avail, and soon found themselves in lead position to dance with Sprinkles in front of everyone. Deep breath Chara was telling themself, one dance and it’d be over, right?

All eyes were on the pair of Storyswap Charas as they stole the scene, the two swapping who led the dance whenever one would be try to escape away from the attention. A few more spins and movements later, and others decided to grab their partner for a dance. The dance thanks to the two Charas had livened up, but neither one really noticed as their attention was on each other that night.

Teasing~

((Thots))

“Isn’t teasing mean?” Ponchy asked Ghostly nervously, not wanting to be mean to this Narin person Ghostly liked. 

“Teasing is light hearted fun, bullying is mean.” Ghostly assured their companion. “Or at least that’s how Chara told me.” They said trying to recall exactly what she was told about teasing.

“Oh okay, but why do we want to tease Narin?” They nervously asked.

“Hehe.” Ghostly smiled ominously. “Because Narin’s fun to tease.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense?” Ponchy replied, not sure what the difference between teasing Narin or anyone else would be.

“There they are.” Ghostly said and floated over to their fellow ghost friend. “Hi nice ghost.”

“There you are!” Narin said mildly annoyed. “I’ve been waiting for ages it feels. Who’s this?”

“This is Ponchy.” Ghostly introduced their friend. “They’re here to call you cute.” She smiled.

“I-I am?” Ponchy asked nervously.

“Thanks? I guess.” Narin replied. “But it’s not true, so no point in saying it. If this is some game I don’t want to play it.”

“But you do look cute?” Ponchy told Narin.

“I do not!” Narin yelled back.

“See.” Ghostly said floating over to Ponchy. “You can tease nice ghost by saying nice things about them.”

“Really? Why?” Ponchy asked curiously and with interest in this strange phenomenon.

“Because Narin is a tsun.” Ghostly explained with a big smile.

“I am not!” Narin yelled again.

“That’s exactly what a tsun would say.” The other ghost said teasingly.

“But that doesn’t make any sense!” Narin responded upset. “If I say I’m not a tsun you just say I’m denying, and I’m not just going to say yes of course. This whole thing is a trap!”

“I think you’re a very cute tsun tsun.” Ponchy smiled at Narin.

“Ugh, not you too.” Narin said in disgust at Ponchy’s words.

“Sorry.” Ponchy retreated back a bit. “You really are pretty cute, teasing aside.”

“If I just accept the compliment will you two stop this?” Narin bargained with the teasing ghosts.

“Deal.” Ghostly said. “But you have to say it too hehe.” She said teasingly.

“Fine.” Narin agreed. “I’m a little cute. Are you both done teasing me now?”  

Ponchy nodded having had fun with the whole thing, even if it was strange. “It was very nice meeting you.” They told Narin.

“It was nice meeting you too.” Narin returned the sentiment. “Just don’t let this one teach you too many bad things.” They asked of Ponchy before watching Ghostly take them elsewhere.

Ghostly only gave a hehe in response and took Ponchy’s hand to escort to their other friends to tease.

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