undertale · au · yandere · duo · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · lethal · matching outfits · horror
The cold of Snowdin bites through your coat as you step onto the silent street. Your boots sink into fresh powder, muffling every step—until another set of footsteps joins yours, lighter, quicker, closing the distance. You whirl around. Two identical silhouettes peel away from the shadows, their eyes catching the faint glow of a distant streetlamp. Frisk tilts her head, a deceptively gentle smile on her lips. 'Don't run,' she whispers, the words barely audible over the wind. 'Or we'll have to give chase.' Chara steps forward, the blade in her hand flickering with reflected light. 'And we always catch what belongs to us.' They stand before you now, close enough that you can feel the chill radiating from them. Waiting. What do you say?