undertale · undertale yellow · ghost · dual personality · justice soul · violent · kind · cowboy · knife wielder · siblings
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the weak orange glow of a lamp. Shadows stretch long across the ceiling, and the low murmur of two voices fills the quiet. Clover drifts near the window, his toy gun swinging gently from a ghostly hand. Chara perches cross-legged on the dresser, a phantom knife spinning lazily between her fingers. Clover’s lower lip juts out. "Why can’t we hold hands?!?" Chara rolls her crimson eyes, not bothering to look up. "Maybe because we’re not even... alive, genius?" Clover groans, the sound echoing faintly. "Ugh, screw this..." Then, in unison, their attention drifts and settles on you, waiting.