#noxfallen cocapowder

Some Cocoapowder clothing swap and chara clearly accepting it! (They aren’t cuz clover is wearing the scarf and they deeply care about it)

Wow I strike again!! With random stuff

It was movie night, the usual trio was sitting on the couch sorta watching. Frisk’s attention span was fighting between the phone and the tv, Clover was deep in thought about something and Chara was just sitting there with their red eyes glued to their screen as they ate their chocolate bar slowly. The cowboy always found it funny how something as simple as a phone or a television can absorb all of their attention that fast but they could tell the first fallen was tired as he watched their eyes start to drop slowly at the same time trying to stay awake. 

Clover just found it silly watching this tired catastrophe which is how they would put it. A small laugh was let out.

“Tryna stay awake huh?”. She asked in a joking manner.

“Shut up cowboy,”. They yawned slowly showing it was a losing battle trying to stay up. 

“It's alright to sleep ya know”. They spoke.

“You know I don’t want to sleep”. Eyes darted away for a moment, Clover’s expression softened as they slowly scooched over close to Chara trying to give them some comfort. 

“I know but… nothing's gonna happen to ya, me and Frisk are here”. The reason was vague as to why the first fallen hated going to sleep, why there were sleepless nights and how it’s obvious that they were tired constantly.

“While that’s true, I just don’t want to sleep… it's… dumb”. They huffed. 

“Can’t be that dumb,”.

“It's just… I’m scared that if I close my eyes… I won’t ever wake up like last time. Being awake constantly gives me some solace that nothing bad will happen”. They looked at the cowpoke, red eyes boring into his yellow eyes. “I don’t want to sleep permanently again… Clover”. 

“Don’t say stupid stuff like that”. Were the last words running through as they watched Clover’s now lifeless body drop to the floor as Flowey’s vine retracted, flicking the blood off. They were in disbelief to see… the cowboy laying there as the yellow soul of [JUSTICE] manifested out of their body forming into Clover’s ghost. Both of them with eyes wide staring into each other slowly reaching out, now ghostly hands making contact with one another. Holding. They’ve held hands before when the cowboy was living but this time it felt… real. For a short moment… Just feeling them intertwined made this feel alright and was comforting though it was short lived as Flowey took everyone’s souls absorbing them… even Clover as they started to be pulled away, Chara grabbed on to the cowboy as hard as they could, tears forming. They didn’t want the cowboy to go at all. Their grip was holding on to her sleeves as tight as possible, fingers digging into the fabric trying to pull them back. The first fallen didn’t want him gone! They didn’t want the clover gone, there was so much to say to them… and time was running short. 

Frisk watched from the sidelines, still taking into the shock that Flowey, their best friend, would do this and kill someone as close as Clover. As much as Chara tried to pull forward away from the weed their grip  was slipping away inch by inch as the pull was strong.

“CLOVER!”. They shouted 

“Well… partner…”.

“NO! Don’t you dare!”.

“Guess… I’ll see ya on the other side”.

“Clover! I love you!”. Was the last thing Chara shouted as the cowboy was pulled away, the small flower becoming Asriel Dreemurr. Tears were flowing down their cheeks, filled with distraught and shock… on one hand Asriel is here! He’s living but on the other Clover… is somewhere. They were too late to realize how much they loved Clover. To finally admit it and they felt like it was scummy to admit that when the soul of justice was being absorbed. Frisk put a hand on the fallen’s shoulder

*” Hey! We’ll get Clover back! Don’t worry…”. The human spoke in comfort

Safety Village, a dumb name but it's peaceful. Just seeing how the others work in harmony either on farm work or talking. Frisk and Clover were helping out just trying to enjoy their time here and until the eventual departure to continue the journey. On a big wall there was a mural, hand drawn by the people living there. It was a tree with various people plastered on it sorta as a remembrance, like they died, currently grieving them. There were potted flowers or non potted flowers. Few of the villagers were kneeling down doing prayers, probably assuring their lost ones that everything is ok and want them a safe passage to whatever afterlife they believe in.

 Chara stood in front of it staring at it, as the drawn image of them and… Asriel. Still taking in that people still care even if Asgore did everything in his power to defame them. It made them feel happy even if they couldn’t fully feel it. Their red eyes sometimes flicker to the praying villagers, glaring at them then back at the painting. 

Clover who was carrying items looked over to see them, she looked over a few times before probably thinking Chara is having a headache again or day dreaming. Do ghosts day dream? They brushed it off but it was like a nagging feeling biting them. Putting the box down and finally walking over, standing next to the apparition, looking at the mural with them.

“Hey are you ok?”. They asked and Chara snapped out of it and looked over at the cowboy.

“Uh yea… I’m fine,”.

“Are you sure? You’ve been staring at that painting for a while ya know”. 

“...”.

“You know I don’t mind a conversation,”. They smiled offering some comfort. Silence for a moment.

“Do you think… the people on this mural served a purpose?”.

“What kind of question is that? Yea of course they do!”. Clover looked at them for once.

“So then, do I serve a purpose?”. Before Clover was about to answer, a monster walked over looking at the mural with them. There was a cat-like monster being mixed with another animal, who went by the name “Avark”. He was sorta like the guy in charge of Safety Village. 

* “Interested in this huh?”. They asked. 

“Yea,”.

* “Its to mourn those we’ve lost over our time here, my granddad made it to honor them, and my dad added more as they succumbed to illness or… death”. Avark explained, seemingly proud of it, you could see it in the way their eyes stare at the painting. 

“Who’s your granddad?”. 

* “Oh he’s…”. That part was garbled when the name was heard. Chara looked at the two in shock with confusion. It felt familiar but it didn’t register fully. Mind trying to register to it to a royal family. Looking back at the monster they chalked it up to familiarity too on the appearance and species. Their memory felt… fuzzy, rubbing hands through their hair, noticing that some parts of memory have been missing. Looking back at them slowly trying to listen to the conversation and gain some sense of normalcy so Clover doesn’t have to worry about hell and back… which they don’t mind his worrying it’s honestly they found it sweet and nice… that someone like him cares, but hard to comprehend at some points. Being a ghost is hard.

“Your grandad must really… hate Asgore.. Huh?”. 

* “Listen, these past few years have been chaotic and… the people that were lost… were the people we cherished… family and friends…”. They spoke. “Wouldn’t you want to honor those lost?”. Clover turned to look at Chara, some parts of the earlier conversation lingering in her mind, constantly thinking of it. There was no lying that everyone had a purpose, even them and wanted nothing to do but confirm that the first fallen had a purpose with their entire heart and looked back at Avark. 

“I’ve seen a lot of people being taken away from their families, what I’m doing right now is… [Justice]”. They spoke trying to seem happy or trying to cheer this already sorta sat topic. 

* “Well, you’re doing the best you can right now… here is all we need to grieve and keep moving on. We are all [DETERMINED]”. A chuckle was let out. * “Chara was seen as the hope of all monsters… I hope you and the other humans can fulfill that and be the hope”. A grin on Clover’s face grew wide, watching him walk away to one of the farms to help out another monster calling them for help. It was just nice seeing how this village works, honestly reminding the cowboy of the surface, just nice and peaceful. 

Looking back at the apparition again walking over to them inching closer, seeming like they want to finish talking to them again. It was quiet between the two, both hesitant on saying something, looking away from each other, the air was just subtle awkwardness. The small conversation earlier was odd and a heavy topic. But it is currently eating away at them both. Clover holding back outright blurting it out and Chara feeling like they regret asking the question. At this point they just wanted the awkward silence to die alongside the history they have with monsterkind.

A small scoff was let out and the first fallen looked at Clover with a small offended look. “What’s funny?”. 

“Nothing nothing! I swear”. Raising their arms up in defense. “Just thinking”.

“Was the thought funny?”.

“I guess,”.  

“Alright, spill it”. There was a small moment of hesitation before letting out a deep breath.

“I was just thinking back to the conversation before Avark interrupted, just about purpose”. At that moment Chara wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. 

“Oh…”. 

“Well, I was thinking about the mural and purpose… and I can say with my entire being that you do have one. Past or not!”. They spoke confidently. “You have one alongside Frisk and me and I refuse to let you forget it”. Staring at Chara intently, filled with sincereness. You could tell they cared a lot. 

“You really are the first person to talk to me,Clover… I don’t mind that you want to be the one to help me and give me support but…”. Chara stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I don’t want to burden you every time I’m… troubled… wanting you to spend hours like this so be reassuring… I feel… ashamed”. Slightly looking away.

“Char… you aren’t a burden but I understand worrying about taking all of my time. I want to help you! Alright? But if you want to be left alone, I’ll give you space the best way I can…”. Clover spoke, giving them a small reassuring smile.   

“It’s not really space, I just don’t want to make you feel like you have to… be there,”.

“I want to help you, and again, I’ll try to give ya space and not seem overbearing as long as you don’t go on your genocide tangents,”. They joked and the first fallen glared, punching their shoulder lightly letting out a small laugh. 

“Jerk,”.