Chara mumbled in frustration. She remembered placing the keychain here, that heart-shaped keychain that she was supposed to give Frisk.
She’s been searching all day, but she can’t seem to progress. All her stuff was strewn inside her room, everything was a big mess.
She almost emptied all the drawers, checked inside the closet, tried to see if it was underneath the furniture. But to no avail, she didn’t find a keychain. It has to be somewhere in here, has it?
Groaning, Chara walked towards the last drawer she haven’t touched yet. The wooden drawer seemed to have worn through the years, she remembered having this ever since she was 11 years old or something. Some of the paint seemed to be peeling, and faded stickers still stuck to it.
Chara grabbed the handle and pulled it open, showing a lot of things, most of them were stationary paper, but there were a few small boxes in it.
She sighed, scanning through the drawer, taking out things, throwing out junk, but she still haven’t find anything related to a keychain. She groaned, it looks like she had already checked everywhere – well, she did.
Standing up, she was about to lose hope. But then, her eyes gazed upon a box inside, it was pushed into the farthest corner of the furniture.
Sitting down again, she took the box. It was very dusty, it almost seemed liked it hasn’t been touched for a decade.
She blew off the dust first before opening the red-colored box. She laid her eyes upon various papers, a container of glitter, and one envelope that had been sealed by a puffy heart sticker.
She took out one of the folded papers curiously, opening it to see what it says.
‘Hey, future me! It’s been so long, huh? But it seems like the years just flew away from our grip so fast.’
“Wait, did I write this?” Chara mumbled, she looked at the box again. This might have been a time capsule she made just for fun. She continued reading, gluing her gaze at the piece of paper.
‘You must be around 20 or something, or maybe younger than that? Who knows, only time will tell.
I wonder how the future will be like. Are you successful yet? Have you found the right guy? Are you still single or are you married? Have you conquered all your fears?
Anyway... I wanted to tell you, that whatever it is like there, I hope you’re happy. I mean, today has been a pretty awful day for me. That white dog stole almost all my chocolate again, bitten of a part of my homework, and knocked off the lamp a while ago. We’re pretty lucky that the lamp didn’t break.
There might be a chance you won’t remember yourself writing this, you are forgetful after all, haha. Just kidding!’
The note ended there. Well, the letter was right, she doesn’t remember writing this. Though, reading this made her stifle a laugh a little bit, it must have been rough for her younger self that day.
This time, Chara took the paper above the envelope. It was folded into a small square, maybe it was folded that way so the envelope underneath won’t be covered.
Unfolding it, Chara began to read the written message.
‘Hey, I have a favour to ask you, future me.
I wanted to entrust a letter I wrote for someone to you. Think of the right way to give it to him, please? Don’t embarrass yourself, keep in mind that you technically wrote this too.
Anyway, the letter I wrote – it’s inside that envelope. Please take care of it. I redid that many times, you know. Don’t waste what I wrote. And, whatever you do – DO NOT READ IT. And- it’s not a love letter, okay? It’s just a small letter for a friend, a “thank you letter” I suppose.
Please do it, for your sake.
P.S: The note’s for Frisk!’
“So...” She looked at the envelope, “I wrote this? I wonder what’s inside...”
She grasped the white envelope, encasing the letter.
Chara opened it gently, taking out the stationary paper inside. She unfolded it, revealing scribbled words.
“It says...” She started...
Greetings, Frisk! As you know, we’ve been friends for years now... I wanted to write this letter for you, as a thank you message for being there for me.
You know, you seemed a little bit ill-tempered at the start, maybe arrogant and a little bit rude too, but... It’s been a blast spending time with you. You never failed to support me, even if you can be aggressive or a jerk at times.
Ah, anyway, I thank you for being a good friend of mine. I don’t know what I’ll ever do without you. You gave me the company I need, you made me ‘me’. And, I’m sorry if I get carried away at times, sorry if I don’t give you the attention you need too. I’ll try my best to be the best friend to you now! Starting today- or when I give you this letter- whichever comes first!
Take care of yourself, please. And when you’re feeling down, I’ll always be here for you. Don’t be shy to approach me, I’ll be listening to all your problems, like what you do to me.
“Chara!” A voice called. Proceeding a sudden opening of Chara’s bedroom door. “Chara, I want to ask you something-”
Chara jolted upon hearing Frisk’s voice, standing up then hiding the letter behind her back. “Ah...! What is it, Frisk?” She said nervously.
“... Why is your room a mess?”
Chara looked around, she never did notice that her room was in such a big mess... “Uh... things?”
Frisk raised an eyebrow at her response, he didn’t seem to believe her. But, she decided to not push the topic any further.
“Is this yours? I found it on top of my bed a while ago...” He inquired, holding up the heart-shaped keychain she’s been searching for.
“Ah! Yeah it is!” Chara replied, rushing towards Frisk and taking it with her free hand. “I’ve been searching for this the whole day...” She mumbled.
“Ah, so is this why your room looks like a pigpen?” He said, holding in a scoff. “Anyway, I’ll be going now.”
Chara, seeing Frisk walked away, suddenly called out to him. “Wait, Frisk!” She covered her mouth, what did she just say?
Frisk stopped at his tracks, “Yes?”
“Nevermind! Just keep walking!” She called, dismissing Frisk away.
“Okay, I guess?” Frisk said, but did as she said.
Chara then closed her room’s door, leaning against it. “You made the wrong decision of giving me this responsibility.” She muttered. She held the keychain with her right hand, holding it up. “There is in no way I could ever give this to Frisk...”
