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“I think that they did doubt me a little bit, maybe; at least moth — Toriel did. But everyone was much happier with celebrating that she did nothing to reprimand me, and neither did Fath — Asgore. Though, I suppose he enjoyed playing Santa more than he would admit.

The funniest thing is, Asriel believed in ‘Santa’ for years, even though he never came before I Fell Down. He was so excited every time, I could not bear to tell him that . . . well.”

It’s a little bittersweet, thinking about Asriel. Knowing that he probably won’t ever wind up here, even as a flower.

It’s for the best.

Everyone in the underground deserved their happy ending, and that includes Asriel.

. . .

. . . Flowey.

— no use thinking about that!!!

“I mean, I am not very knowledgeable about much other than flowers and sewing. But I would be happy to teach you about those things, Susie.”

They loosen up just a little bit; Chara laughs at the mention of Gyftmas presents.

“Oh, not just for the one day; I actually convinced everyone that Gyftmas lasted an entire month; I never was allowed presents before that, so I wanted to get as many toys as I could while everyone believed me. But they never stopped!! We celebrated gyftmas for a month every year until . . .heehee!!”

Part of them realizes that Susie probably has no idea of the context; she’s probably never been trapped underground, robbed of sunlight and fresh food and the stars. But it slips out regardless; Chara doesn’t think about it too hard.

It’s nice, not having to think.

“Oh, the Angel forbid; I know that my mo — that Toriel would never wind up here, I pray every day that she does not, but if she ever does I do not want her catching on to my misbehavior. The spire is small when you get used to it. . . or maybe I just keep my circles small. She can never know her little Angel is truly a hellion.”

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kris fried chicken

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appraisal.

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My fave kiddos

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Let's make a plan!

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“Ha ha ha. . . of course they gave me a room. In a little house full of strangers. The taxi dropped me off there no matter how much I told them there was a mistake. That I was already . . .”

A pause. Chara covers their mouth, swallows hard, and tries not to laugh.

“I could not even step inside. I turned tail and ran as fast as I could. The forest was nice. I did not have to be around humans that could hurt me and not feel sorry about it. I stayed out there a long time, until someone managed to convince me to give living with him a shot. Technically I do not think it is allowed, but . . .

Prison is an apt term for how I feel about it as well. At least with Mister Vash, I make my own choices.”

They’re shaking. Chara knows it. Their hands won’t stop trembling. The younger human moves to dig their nails into their palm, but to no avail.

“To tell you the truth. I have still not gotten used to it. I am still waiting for the day I wake up and it is all one big joke. But I work at the flower shop, and I go home to Mr Vash and Mr Wolfwood. And that has to be enough for now, I suppose.”

It’s not that Chara doesn’t like Kris. No, in fact, in the very short time they’ve been together, Chara finds themself drawn to the older teen more and more.

They’re just …

(Terrified. )

“— !! You have never seen another human before?

. . . consider yourself lucky. They are nothing like monsters.”

They’ll leave it at that. Chara’s nail digs into their skin, running across their wrist. Practiced.

“But most of the people who are pulled from their worlds here are human, yes. Different dimensions, parallel worlds… it figured that humans as a species have infested most of them. I do not know. But there are a handful of non humans as well, if you know where to look for them.”

Scratch. Scratch.

“I was so thrown off by all the humans that I lived by myself in the forest for four months. I basically slept on a pile of leaves and a blanket I stole. So I understand your . . . anxiousness.”

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it’s okay if you cry

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Have you ever drawn post-pacifist frisk, floweypot, and ghost chara?

Forgive my ever-changing art style!! I am re-learning to draw hehe

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that dumb anime girl hair vent image got me giggling

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It’s not that Chara doesn’t like Kris. No, in fact, in the very short time they’ve been together, Chara finds themself drawn to the older teen more and more.

They’re just …

(Terrified. )

“— !! You have never seen another human before?

. . . consider yourself lucky. They are nothing like monsters.”

They’ll leave it at that. Chara’s nail digs into their skin, running across their wrist. Practiced.

“But most of the people who are pulled from their worlds here are human, yes. Different dimensions, parallel worlds… it figured that humans as a species have infested most of them. I do not know. But there are a handful of non humans as well, if you know where to look for them.”

Scratch. Scratch.

“I was so thrown off by all the humans that I lived by myself in the forest for four months. I basically slept on a pile of leaves and a blanket I stole. So I understand your . . . anxiousness.”

Chara belongs here even less than Kris does, in their own opinion. At least Kris isn’t helpless in this stupid world. At least Kris has friends close.

but neither of them bring it up, so it goes unspoken.

the train begins its rumbling towards Chara’s home ward — well, as home as it can be, considering they’re supposed to be living with a bunch of weird strangers. Chara scratches hard at the inside of their wrist.

“. . .oh! Yes . . . they were a little confused, and Noelle mistook me for you, but they are fine. I do not speak with Noelle much, but Susie . . . she, ah, checks up on me sometimes. Do not worry. They will be thrilled to have you back.”

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Chara <3

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“Ah — no, that is not it. I do not doubt your skills in the slightest. Knights come in all shapes, sizes, colors, and abilities. Of course, anyone can become a knight. It would be foolish to assume otherwise”

Chara would be stupid to assume otherwise, being that they grew up in the cradle of royalty — well, sort of. The child shakes their head, before holding up their worn dagger — bestowed back to them as a gift from whatever apathetic gods ruled this land.

“It is just. I understand how discomforting not having your real weapon with you is. It took a long time for me to get my knife back.”

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⚜ "My sword?" They seemed to be a little younger than her, so Cartethyia could understand why they were interested. While it was wooden for the time being, those that carried blades usually had interesting stories to tell. It was something she had realized as a child herself, back when wandering warriors passed through her small time.

"I suppose I must look like a girl pretending to play the knight with my weapon in this state, but I assure you that I'm an honest to goodness knight where I came from. Quite a storied one, in fact!" She could have a little pride in her legacy, right?

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scribbled out a chara design at work that I ended up really liking…

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“I see . . . well! I do hope you manage to find him. He is probably looking for you as well. Though i suppose with your unique name, it will not be hard to find you!

As for myself. . . well . . . I do not do well in the cities. When it gets to be too much, I come to my secret hideout spot.”

They were living in the woods at one point, but they aren’t anymore, technically, so like. It’s fine. Right?

“I like the flowers, and collecting snails. They are cool as fuck.”

“Oh. . .”

fifth? That must mean that she’s from Kris and the others world. Chara feels — a little bitter pang in their chest, but they bury it deep, deep down.

(how come Kris and all their friends are together but Chara is alone?)

“Ah. . .that is. . .you are looking for your son? I have not seen him, nor have I seen his name pop up in the eclipse. You have a CELL PHONE in your inventory that shows you everyone who is here. . .my mother is not here either. I believe it is hit or miss who gets chosen to be dragged to this special little hell.”

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Chara belongs here even less than Kris does, in their own opinion. At least Kris isn’t helpless in this stupid world. At least Kris has friends close.

but neither of them bring it up, so it goes unspoken.

the train begins its rumbling towards Chara’s home ward — well, as home as it can be, considering they’re supposed to be living with a bunch of weird strangers. Chara scratches hard at the inside of their wrist.

“. . .oh! Yes . . . they were a little confused, and Noelle mistook me for you, but they are fine. I do not speak with Noelle much, but Susie . . . she, ah, checks up on me sometimes. Do not worry. They will be thrilled to have you back.”

Anyone who passed the two probably thought they were siblings — especially with the … whole … sweater thing. It’s a weird thought, and one that Chara isn’t really sure how to grapple with.

“We did not have a train where I was,” Chara says, as they step into the quiet car, turning to look at Kris as the older follows. “Only the River person and the ferry. They talked enough for it to feel as crowded as the trains do, though. Sometimes.”

Their first time on a train was when they came here. It was awful. Too overstimulating and noisy with too many humans around.

Chara takes a seat, leaving a wide berth of room for Kris next to them.

“. . . I think I met your friends. Noelle, and Susie.”

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“Oh. . .”

fifth? That must mean that she’s from Kris and the others world. Chara feels — a little bitter pang in their chest, but they bury it deep, deep down.

(how come Kris and all their friends are together but Chara is alone?)

“Ah. . .that is. . .you are looking for your son? I have not seen him, nor have I seen his name pop up in the eclipse. You have a CELL PHONE in your inventory that shows you everyone who is here. . .my mother is not here either. I believe it is hit or miss who gets chosen to be dragged to this special little hell.”

Definitely not from their own world. But she’s familiar … familiar to the point that it rhymes.

“Oh! Oh, no, that is not how it is spelt.

D-R-E-E-M-U-R-R. It is an odd spelling, but it is mine, and it IE important to me.”

They’re being noticeably cool and unawkward about this situation. That’s what happens when Chara doesn’t have to deal with humans!!!

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“. . .

It has been six months, and yet . . . it feels like I am still brand new to this place.”

They’ve made friends here, but they haven’t stopped feeling this. . .

alone.

It always gets worse, every eclipse.