They do think themselves powerless. A life thrown away, a plan FAILED, decades and seven other SOULS passed— are they any more than a bad memory by now? Well, Chara doesn’t quite care too much, and they are content enough ( read: grumpily complacent ) to simply ‘ live ‘ out this strange, BORROWED existence as some cliched spirit guide. There isn’t much else to do, when no one but a human child can even SEE you.
Chara startles in surprise as flames CLASH against the pure whiteness of the snow and the surprises continue when they see who… or WHAT forms from the sharp flash of color. They, don’t know what it is, actually. Anything they are about to say is cut off by a poke to the chest— hold the phone, he can SEE them, TOUCH them.
❝ What— what am I doing here? What are YOU doing here? ❞
They’re aghast, to put it lightly, and what’s more Frisk shows no indica- tion of acknowledging the strange, triangular creature as they look ques- tioningly back to Chara. Chara waves them away wordlessly.
❝ My name is CHARA, and I’m DEAD. ❞
“HAHAHA! C’mon kid,” A right-angle elbow pokes at Chara’s stomach, familiar-like. The child’s pure shock is nothing less than hilarious to Bill.
What’s far more entertaining is what lies in the human’s malleable little mind. Bill can read Chara’s like a book, and this kid has issues like Bill has all-consuming desire to destroy reality. How easy it would be for that black seed of resentment towards humanity to blossom into something beautifully cataclysmic. All it would take is a little encouragement.
“Did you really think you were the only demon floating around the Mindscape?Someone oughta show you how things work around here!”
Bill offers a hand to shake. No deals today, just “friendship” (hahaha!).
“Name’s BILL!”
