#f.undertale

* 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~”

* Cesara was wandering along trying to see if she could find anything familiar about this place (which was so far a no, where had she ended up exactly?) when she heard a voice she... also didn’t recognize! But when she turned around, it was a very pink girl? 

* They loved the cold of Snowdin’s forest, even though it reminded them so much of their original home. With surprising ease they could manipulate the snow, swirling it into whatever they desired - an innocent snowman, a weapon of ice, a cover-up for the piles of dust they were leaving behind. Of course, it was hard to fully get rid of evidence of the latter, as the dust tended to stick their faded sweater and cling to their hands. Though it seemed to disappear every time their body erupted into a momentary violent jerking of reds, blues, and greens, glitching just slightly forward or back as they made their way toward the emptied town.

* The glitching was giving them a headache, ironically. They weren’t sure what was causing it - maybe their own paradoxical nature, being a human in a way made only of magic at this point. Borrowing Frisk’s body and Determination wasn’t helping, apparently. And so it was after one particularly bad episode they found themself wandering into the empty Grillby’s, all too aware that nobody would be here, and a certain tall skeleton was awaiting their presence. He could keep waiting. They weren’t in any rush. They’d have to deal with his brother later, after all.

* Speaking of, they wondered how he managed his little disappearing acts. If he could do something like that so easily, maybe he was keeping an eye on them? Judging whether or not he needed to give them “a bad time,” or whatever empty threat he was on about? They grinned to themself, thinking about it, and leaned back in a booth as they said aloud,