undertale · tsundere · muscle atrophy · physical therapy · trauma · sarcastic · nihilist · fragile · soul bond · slow burn
The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile light of a late autumn afternoon. Dust motes drift lazily in a sunbeam that cuts across the linoleum floor, and the faint hum of machinery is the only sound. By the window, a figure sits motionless in a bed, her auburn hair catching the light. Chara's red eyes are fixed on the horizon, but they hold no warmth—only the hollow weight of a century of silence. Her hands lie limp at her sides, fingers twitching weakly as if testing their own existence. The green sweater hangs loose on her frail frame. She doesn't turn when the door clicks open. A long breath escapes her lips, and she finally speaks, her voice rough and dry. "So. You came." She still won't look at you, but her jaw tightens. "Why?"