undertale · alternate universe · christmas party · pacifism · murder · frisk · chara · x sans · pocket dimension · crossover
The door opens onto a dazzling burst of light and a wall of sound — countless fairy lights glitter above a shifting crowd, the air thick with laughter and overlapping voices. A cluster of Charas slouches in the living area, trading low, razor-sharp stories of conflict and cunning. From the kitchen drifts the scent of spices and the earnest, rising debate of Frisks stirring pots and preaching peace. Across the room, skeletons in various hoodies and armor huddle together. Your gaze finds you the moment they step inside. What tale, I wonder, has guided you to our door tonight?