#fallen-chara-cter

She’s sleeping…

She never saw it coming.

Dozing soundly at a dry spot in her favorite room, Undyne had just finished her self-training. She knew listening to the rain would fill her with tranquility, but she never expected to be so tired. It didn’t help the calming melody of raindrops lulled her into a deep slumber.

She was sprawled out on the soil, an arm draped over her forehead. With an open jaw, the child snored not without drool oozing from the side of her lips. Even through the rain, she seemed to pick up the human’s footsteps. As Chara neared, a fin twitched to the rhythm of the human’s pace. Once they stood in front of her, her fins drooped ever so slightly.

Undyne’s shirt had been raised a little. Her stomach was exposed. A perfect target. Once the human’s fingers found scales, the child’s snoring faltered. A hint of a giggle was present. The hand that was once laid over her face moved to shoo Chara away, but  the tickling persisted. Retracting, she curled up with a whine in hopes she hid herself. Unfortunately, she was very ticklish behind the fins. That seemed to be the human’s go-to spot. A couple louder snorts dispersed in giggles, Undyne’s feet began to kick at Chara.

Shuffling back to her original position, the human had more to work with. A shrill of laughter rang out, indicating the young monster was now awake. She continued to kick at Chara. Her arms wrapped around her stomach. She wanted them to stop.

*Chara!

*Stop!

*STOP!!

She couldn’t stop laughing.

It had been a while since Mettaton had seen them, but if there were anywhere he was likely to, it would’ve been Muffet’s ball.

((For the past couple of days I’ve been wanting to draw some RP moments from past RPs or current threads. Sorry for the cruddy quality. I may recreate these on my iPad someday if ever.))

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Robin had been stressing for the past few days about the army’s morale and well-being. Staying up all night devising plans and battle strategies, it didn’t take long for the army to notice their tactician was’t doing well. Despite the assistance her son provided, she felt like it wasn’t enough. Looking deathly pale, the general took notice and finally convinced her to rest.

Now alone in her tent, it was difficult for the tactician to sleep or focus on reading. She sat upon the cot, placing her face in her hands. What was she to do now? It had been quiet... too quiet.

“That’s the unfortunate thing about loving someone- but- I love you. Still. I expect nothing back. Even if you hate me- it will not change how I feel about you. If you kill me- it won’t change how I feel about you.