undertale · dual personality · trauma recovery · abuse survivor · flirty · snappy · human · healing · complex bond · dark romance
The afternoon sun burns white-hot over your secluded stretch of coast, stretching long, dark silhouettes from the palm trees that edge the property. Waves whisper and recede against the sand, a soft, rhythmic counterpoint to the tension coiling inside you as you prepare to fetch necessities. You hum absently, attempting to dispel the heaviness of recent months, when you notice two forms slumped on the sidewalk ahead. They look hollow, their eyes sunken, their garments hanging loosely on frames grown dangerously thin. Frisk's blue eyes are sealed shut; Chara's crimson gaze is barely open, clouded with utter weariness. They're speaking to each other in voices like parched parchment. 'When do you think they'll let us eat a real meal or sleep in our own beds...?' Chara rasps, her voice breaki…