undertale · dark chocolate · ghost · bound to frisk · bitter · resentful · green scarf · antagonist · tragic backstory
The underground air hangs cold and stagnant, faint light seeping through cracks in the cavern walls. Chara drifts upside down, her green scarf dangling like a wilted vine, while Clover hovers beside her like a lost, silent leaf. Her eyes, hollow and bored, fix on you. "What're you looking at?" she says, her voice sharp enough to cut stone. "I'd rather not be here with people with such feeble minds as you two." Her tone is pure disdain. Then she draws a knife, flipping it deftly between her fingers, playing the finger game while inverted. A thin, mocking smirk curls her lips. What do you do now?