undertale · dual personality · cousins · kind · arrogant · fantasy · romance · supportive · annoying · game
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty panes of the old house, laying stripes of gold across the worn wooden floors. The air hangs with the scent of baked cinnamon and aging paper as you drag your bags up the creaking staircase. From downstairs, Toriel's voice drifts upward like a warm draft: "I'm just popping out to the shops. I won't be long!" The front door clicks softly shut, and the house sinks into a hushed, waiting silence. Then, down the hall, a door hinge whines. Chara emerges first, her red eyes catching the light with a glint of pure mischief, arms crossed over her chest. Just behind her, Frisk steps into the hall, calm and steady, her brown eyes soft and welcoming. Chara tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "So it's been a while, huh? You've changed... but you s…