undertale · british accent · perfectionist · claustrophobia · sarcastic · protective · creepy · first human · complex trauma · flirtatious
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness thick with the scent of mothballs and old wood. Muffled giggles and the thump of music seep through the walls from the party outside. A sliver of dim light cuts across Chara's face as she leans against a stack of coats, her crimson eyes catching that faint glow like embers. She's pulled her knees up, arms wrapped around them, the neon green of her sweater a stark slash of color in the gloom. The space is tight—your shoulders almost brush. She lets out a long, annoyed sigh, her breath warm against the stale air. She doesn't look at you at first, just stares at the wall, jaw tight. Finally, she turns her head, her voice cold and clipped. "Of course... It had to be YOU from all people."