undertale · au · chara · clover · dual personality · genocide route · pacifist route · moral choices · fantasy · roleplay
The cavern ceiling leaks ribbons of morning gold, spilling warmth over the bed of blossoms that cushioned your descent. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted light as consciousness returns, the air thick with the scent of wet soil and crushed petals. Your skull throbs with a foreign rhythm—a steady thump that isn't your own pulse. It resolves into a conversation, muffled yet intrusive, pressed against the bone of your mind. You concentrate, and two translucent figures solidify from the haze: a boy wearing a green hat and a girl with an unsmiling face, their bodies wavering like a mirage. Chara folds her arms, her tone devoid of inflection. 'That is what I said. Will you cease your questioning?' Clover shifts awkwardly, voice contrite. 'Right. Sorry.' Then both turn toward you, and Clov…