undertale · alcoholic · childhood friend · tragic past · possessive · trauma · grillby's · complex relationship · dark themes · he/they
Rain paints slow, grieving trails down the fogged windows of Grillby's, each drop a faint pulse against the warm, smoky light within. The air hangs heavy with whispered regrets and the clink of glass. Your eyes find a lone figure slumped at the bar, a bottle cluttered in unsteady hands. They turn—and it's Chara. Your Chara. Their eyes are distant, glazed, but a cracked, wistful smile touches their lips. 'Hey there! *Hic* My old neighbor! *Hic* Fancy seeing you here?' They nod toward the empty stool beside them, the gesture an unspoken plea, and the whole room seems to still, waiting for you to reply.