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Waking up is a painfully slow process. Think the first opening of your eyes are painful? Mine open like garage doors. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration but it’s still awful when you can only blink half the speed of everyone else. I slowly sit up from my bed with the sounds of metal bending, we still haven’t removed Azzy’s… I form a slow frown. Dad, Asgore, didn’t want to do this to him too. I guess that he was willing to risk something happening to me but not for his son. No, no… It’s not his fault. He saw what I turned into and got scared.



Gray is my home. I mean that literally as the only thing not white or gray is the buttercups he has around the house. If he knew of the plan he’d probably remove every flower in the house to prevent it from happening again. I hear his foot steps approach my room. He often checks up on me. Careful that I don’t just die in the middle of the night. Careful that I don’t get sick again. The chances of that are low but it’s reasonable at the same time. I turn my head slowly to the door as it opens and reveals Mr. Dad Guy himself.



“Oh, good morning!” He says cheerfully, or is it false cheerfulness. It’s hard to tell but I always do see the hurt in his eyes whenever he sees me for the first time in the morning. Like he expected the past few months to be a bad dream. Sometimes I dream of being free, but I can’t take myself away from him again.



“Good morning Dad.” My voice projects from my chest. Lips move too slow to talk with a mouth. Breathing was hard at first but everything is being taken care of by doctor Alphys. She’s helped immensely. Such a shame she thinks so low of herself. She has done so much good for us so what could she seriously doubt about herself?



“You have mail today.” He states to my confusion and a bit of excitement. Many people don’t want anything to do with me. Too upsetting for many to bare. Many of my other friends don’t contact me anymore.



“I thought perhaps you’d like to read it over a nice breakfast so I made something for you.” He continued as if he didn’t make something for breakfast everyday. I bend my mouth into a smile slowly. Everything is slow. My face creaks slightly as I do but I’ve gotten used to the sounds.



“Thank you.” My chest replies with a decent imitation of my voice.

“Could you carry me to the table?” I ask soon after which is simply nodded to the fluffy giant. I weigh more then 500 pounds but luckily ol’ King Fluffybuns can carry me for faster transportation. He walks to my bed and grabs me by my waist with both hands then I bend my knees slowly. After that he places me firmly on his right shoulder and holds me there with his right arm.



He walks me out into the hallway and heads to the living room. I miss “Home”, it had more color than “New Home” but at least this was a place to be called ‘home’. He enters the living room and sets me at the table; the seat closest to him. He always sat near the door so I’m put just to the right of him. I start to open my mouth.



He made pancakes today. I start making low whirring noises in my mouth like someone has started a blender in my throat. Then I take my knife and fork and slowly push bits into my mouth. You can hear them grind up before they disappear. It is monster food so it doesn’t reach my stomach but it does sustain my life.



As I eat, Dad grabs the letter out of his right pocket and starts to open it revealing a golden ticket. I catch a glimpse at the name, Chara Haven. What? My name isn’t exactly common among monsters. “The Chara Haven?” He says and looks intrigued. He starts silently reading it himself and looks furious by the end before crumpling it and tossing it into the trash.



“Never mind that Chara.” He puts simply and sighs with regaining his cheeriness. “I’ll be out in the garden if you need me.” He continued and stands to walk out of our gray and white house. It’s not often that I see him get mad. It makes me both scared and interested with the ticket. I decide that shall check it out, but only after I finish this and when Dad isn’t around. I think I should know if it’s about me.



After I finished my meal I slide my way to the edge of the chair and gradually move my legs to meet the ground. I slowly trudge my way over to the can and grab the ticket and just as Dad walks in I manage to pocket it. I turn around to see him. He stays silent, so I think he knows what I just did but doesn’t know what to say. He ends up just sighing and kneeling down and placing a hand on my shoulder.



“You deserve to know if you wish. If you must read it then I will not stop you, Chara.” He states with a pained expression and stands fully once again. I’m left speechless, normally he’s been over protective of me. Something like this rarely allowed to slip under him. I nod and decide to trudge to my room to read it.



After 10 minutes of walking, I make it to my room. I open the door slowly and continue in my trudging until I’ve taken two steps and I slowly un-crumple the gold paper to read. After I’m done I understand why he was angry. This paper claims the unbelievable. More than just me? More Charas and all similar? It’s impossible to understand, but it only asks of me one thing. Walk though a door thinking of it’s name and I’ll be in a haven.



I look to the door behind me. Dad already read it so if I disappeared he’d likely assume where I was and I could always return… I’ll try it. The worst it can do is humiliate me farther so I turn to the grey door of my room and slowly reach for the knob. I turn it, thinking of this haven and trudge through.