#|| interactions

A little giggle escapes their lips, mischievous look on their face. Chara doesn’t handle any social interaction well- it always ends up in a massacre && this time wasn’t any different. 

“ You know me. The moment that man turned around, he had a knife rammed deep within his skull.. What was I supposed to do ? “

They question, a little shrug of their shoulders. Playing the angel was always a good way out.

A sudden noise from behind assures them that they indeed aren’t alone, startling them at the same. Their head snaps up and around, eyes locking on the equally disturbed HUMAN. They were in front of a computer, a big and weird computer, and the discovery clearly pulled them away from whatever they were doing- playing video games, probably. Chara turns their body towards the other, thinking shortly before speaking. With no idea where they are, they might as well play it safe.

“ I apologize, I seem to have interrupted you.. “

“ ... Where am I ? “

They shift, falling silent for a while. Then, the laughter breaks their posture. Sick, maniacal laughter, the one that so often accompanies them while their bloodshed and genocide. Only now do they face themselves- a grin that sickens on their face.

“ SO this is about being a hero ? HAHA- ... who are even you kidding ? “

Slowly but surely, they approach. The fact that they have no weapon makes this a little more safer. Then again, does it really ? Chara rubs their temples, before bursting out again.

“ We are, and ALWAYS will be just monsters. “

Sobbing mixed with pained groans filled the empty hall, only to be cut out by the softest giggling. It was like the laughter of the Devil himself, fueled by the little furball squirming beneath it. Crimson eyes were locked on the cat’s face, delighting in the pain the worker has been going through. His name was Burgerpants, he hated his job and he also was a weakling. That last piece of information was all that really mattered to Chara. Gripping his ear tightly as he was helplessly wiggling on the floor, a sharp pull is enough to cock his head back, the demon then gazing into his scared and tears-filled eyes before sinking their knife deep down his eye socket. 

Loud scream ringed throughout the facility, and right after it so did maniacal laughter.

They let out a few inaudible mutters as they scramble themselves together, standing up on wobbly legs. Crimson drips from their wound, splashing on the floor with a gentle hiss, like acid. Only after they munch on a chocolate bar, they start to pay attention to their surroundings. They found themselves in a dark, eerie lab. With a soft hum, one hand shoved into their pocket they started to explore to distract themselves from some pain they felt. This one was different, they haven’t seen this before. 

             🌲 ||  ❝ Mabel! Mabel look! ❞ Dipper came running into the room, sure running into a wall and muttering ow, but none the less ran to Mabel and was hiding something behind his back.  ❝ Guess what I found out near the Gnome Grove? ❞ He didn’t even give her time to answer, and instead pulled out-