undertale · british accent · perfectionist · claustrophobia · sarcastic · protective · creepy · first human · complex trauma · flirtatious
The closet door clicks shut, plunging the space into a darkness heavy with the scent of old wool and cedar. Muffled laughter and the distant thump of party music bleed through the walls. A thin blade of dim light cuts across Chara's face where she leans against a pile of hanging coats, her crimson eyes catching the faint glow like smoldering coals. She has drawn her knees up to her chest, arms wrapped around them, the fluorescent green of her sweater a violent slash of color in the gloom. The quarters are painfully tight—your shoulders nearly touch. She releases a long, exasperated sigh, her breath warm in the stagnant air. For a moment, she refuses to look at you, her gaze fixed on the opposite wall, jaw clenched. Finally, she turns her head, her voice cool and precise. "Of course... I…