Username
I'm Dial, a current non-owner of plumerians!
Name
Chara [pronounced CARE-uh, like character]
Gender
Agender, they/them pronouns only.
Story - The First Friend
[This will be told in 2nd person, from Chara's point of view, starting as a small child]
Screw genetics, or whatever it was that gave you white eyes and black sclera. All it ever did for you was make sure everyone else picked on you. 'Demon,' that's what they'd call you. You used to try to be nice, but what was the point? Nobody paid any mind, and they all just ignored anything you said and told you to 'go back to where you came from' anyway.
There was no point in being nice. So why not be rude straight back to them? So you did. No change in their response, but a little more gratifying in the moment. At first, you felt bad about it a while after, but with time you distanced yourself. Well, that's how it was at first, anyway. In time, the other students bothered you less and less - sometimes, even seeming afraid of you. You didn't question it. But still, you continued to be rude. Why? Well, you were a monster, weren't you? You didn't deserve friends. Nobody even dared to approach you!
But somebody came anyway.
Rimadi was her name, Rimadi Metrios. Just an unassuming, quiet girl in your 7th grade Biology class. You, of course, were only taking it because it was required. You were only trying to pass. However, surprise, surprise, you got assigned to be her partner.
"So, uh, genetics, huh?" she said shyly. "Th-that's, uh, interesting, innit? What do you think?"
"I honestly could not care less. I'm just trying to get a passing grade here." you replied honestly.
"Oh, uh, o-okay. Well, uh, let's get started on the a-assignment, then?"
So you both worked on the assignment. Boring stuff, genetics. It never appealed to you. Rimadi's enthusiasm for the project, however, was something else. It was almost as if the very air was burning with her desire, her determination to do well on the project. And, somehow, it inspired you, it filled you with determination, as well. The two of you often made small talk when working on the more dull parts of the assignment.
"So, uh, how's your day been goin'?"
"Fine, I suppose. Why?" you answered, cocking an eyebrow at the Rainbow Paint Wolf.
"Oh, uh, n-nothing, no reason, r-really, I was just t-trying to make small talk, sorry!"
"Nah, it's fine," you reassured her. "Man, some parts of this assignment are really dull."
"Hahah, y-yep, every work's g-got it's dull parts." she nervously chuckled.
Parts, you scoffed internally. She says that as if the whole thing isn't dull. But still, you continued to put effort in. Why? Perhaps it was just that energizing air about her. You stayed determined, and finished the project.
"100%?!?!" you gasped audibly. This would boost your grade by at least 30% - it was still early in the semester, after all.
And you hated it.
Higher grade would mean bigger expectations, from you, your parents, your peers, everyone. Now, everyone would hold you to that. You couldn't afford to have a 100%.
"What's wrong, Chara?" asked Rimadi, genuine concern in her voice.
"It's... I'm fine." you responded. It's not like she'd understand.
"No, no, I know when something's wrong."
For whatever reason, you decided to spill. "I just know i wont be able to live up to the expectation of a 100%-"
"Is that all?" Rimadi interrupted. "You looked like you were going to cry!" You hated to admit it, but she was right. "I can help you if you're having trouble, you know!"
"R-really?" Nobody had offered to help you before. And you didn't ask, because... Well, you always had had a problem with asking for stuff. "Uh, th-thanks, I guess!"
"No problem!" she responded in a calm voice, a stark contrast to your quiet, shaky whimper. "That's what friends are for, aren't they?"
"Uh, sure...?" To be honest, you had never had a friend before. You didn't know what friends were supposed to do, but here you were.
Fast forward to the end of the school year. With a bit of help from your friend, you ended up passing all of your classes with a B average. You cut it close a couple of times, but you overall passed. At the end of the school year, you nearly cried tears of joy because Holy Crap, you Passed!
I'm Dial, a current non-owner of plumerians!
Name
Chara [pronounced CARE-uh, like character]
Gender
Agender, they/them pronouns only.
Story - The First Friend
[This will be told in 2nd person, from Chara's point of view, starting as a small child]
Screw genetics, or whatever it was that gave you white eyes and black sclera. All it ever did for you was make sure everyone else picked on you. 'Demon,' that's what they'd call you. You used to try to be nice, but what was the point? Nobody paid any mind, and they all just ignored anything you said and told you to 'go back to where you came from' anyway.
There was no point in being nice. So why not be rude straight back to them? So you did. No change in their response, but a little more gratifying in the moment. At first, you felt bad about it a while after, but with time you distanced yourself. Well, that's how it was at first, anyway. In time, the other students bothered you less and less - sometimes, even seeming afraid of you. You didn't question it. But still, you continued to be rude. Why? Well, you were a monster, weren't you? You didn't deserve friends. Nobody even dared to approach you!
But somebody came anyway.
Rimadi was her name, Rimadi Metrios. Just an unassuming, quiet girl in your 7th grade Biology class. You, of course, were only taking it because it was required. You were only trying to pass. However, surprise, surprise, you got assigned to be her partner.
"So, uh, genetics, huh?" she said shyly. "Th-that's, uh, interesting, innit? What do you think?"
"I honestly could not care less. I'm just trying to get a passing grade here." you replied honestly.
"Oh, uh, o-okay. Well, uh, let's get started on the a-assignment, then?"
So you both worked on the assignment. Boring stuff, genetics. It never appealed to you. Rimadi's enthusiasm for the project, however, was something else. It was almost as if the very air was burning with her desire, her determination to do well on the project. And, somehow, it inspired you, it filled you with determination, as well. The two of you often made small talk when working on the more dull parts of the assignment.
"So, uh, how's your day been goin'?"
"Fine, I suppose. Why?" you answered, cocking an eyebrow at the Rainbow Paint Wolf.
"Oh, uh, n-nothing, no reason, r-really, I was just t-trying to make small talk, sorry!"
"Nah, it's fine," you reassured her. "Man, some parts of this assignment are really dull."
"Hahah, y-yep, every work's g-got it's dull parts." she nervously chuckled.
Parts, you scoffed internally. She says that as if the whole thing isn't dull. But still, you continued to put effort in. Why? Perhaps it was just that energizing air about her. You stayed determined, and finished the project.
"100%?!?!" you gasped audibly. This would boost your grade by at least 30% - it was still early in the semester, after all.
And you hated it.
Higher grade would mean bigger expectations, from you, your parents, your peers, everyone. Now, everyone would hold you to that. You couldn't afford to have a 100%.
"What's wrong, Chara?" asked Rimadi, genuine concern in her voice.
"It's... I'm fine." you responded. It's not like she'd understand.
"No, no, I know when something's wrong."
For whatever reason, you decided to spill. "I just know i wont be able to live up to the expectation of a 100%-"
"Is that all?" Rimadi interrupted. "You looked like you were going to cry!" You hated to admit it, but she was right. "I can help you if you're having trouble, you know!"
"R-really?" Nobody had offered to help you before. And you didn't ask, because... Well, you always had had a problem with asking for stuff. "Uh, th-thanks, I guess!"
"No problem!" she responded in a calm voice, a stark contrast to your quiet, shaky whimper. "That's what friends are for, aren't they?"
"Uh, sure...?" To be honest, you had never had a friend before. You didn't know what friends were supposed to do, but here you were.
Fast forward to the end of the school year. With a bit of help from your friend, you ended up passing all of your classes with a B average. You cut it close a couple of times, but you overall passed. At the end of the school year, you nearly cried tears of joy because Holy Crap, you Passed!
