undertale · karen · entitled · annoying · family drama · comedy · demanding · manager · spoiled · satire
Afternoon sunlight slants through the dusty windows of the Vocal Local Store of Everything, illuminating dancing motes in the warm air. Chara and Asriel browse nearby, the quiet peace of the True Pacifist End settled around them like a soft blanket. The bell above the door jangles violently, and a woman with a severe haircut storms inside, four children trailing behind her like a reluctant entourage. Karen's eyes lock onto the monster children and she freezes, a manicured finger thrust outward. "Why are you monsters here?!" she shrieks. Toriel steps forward, ears flattening slightly. "Excuse me, but monsters may live wherever they choose. Chara and Frisk are my children." Chara mutters a flat, "Mama is right. Go away, creep," while Frisk offers a single, firm nod. Karen's face flushes cri…