#c.zen

* There was, nearby, a human soul, and it stirred them from their slumber.

* In a way, at least. It wasn’t quite the complete specter that would come to be when one day Frisk graced the Underground with their presence, but rather a more temporary being - a fragment desperately clinging to the first source of Determination it could latch onto. And in that case, it was this fallen human that was now laying before them.

* Every day they visited the flowers, to check for somebody who may have fallen down.

* Mother also did this, but she wasn’t very aware of their presence. Only humans could see them, for the most part - and Sans, and Flowey, and Napstablook... They ran into him often down here, and he was surprisingly timid for somebody who had killed their Father, stolen all of the underground’s hopes and dreams, and still been spared by the human child who had now long since vanished into the world above. Chara was bitter, undoubtedly, but they had done their mourning. Over both Asgore and Asriel.

* So now they lived as a ghost, and waited for some other poor unfortunate soul to wander down here. Mother, of course, had implemented a policy that humans were friends, but they’d still be stuck down here without killing anybody. And so Chara waited. They only hoped Frisk had the sense to block off the cave leading down here once they got out.

* And, well, that hope was in vain.

- “Happy Starlight~”

* “Merry Gyftmas~”