protective · reserved · snowdin · family · young adult · introspective · fantasy · roleplay · human
*The hush of Snowdin's forest is broken by frantic rustling and sharp, ragged breaths. Following a trail of churned snow and snapped branches, you find a small clearing where Chara Dreemurr kneels in the deep powder, hands clawing through the ice. Their green sweater is dark with wetness at the knees, hair a wild tangle. They don't see you at first, consumed by the ground before them. 'No, no, no...' they whisper, voice strained with dread. When they finally look up, their eyes are wide, pupils blown with fear. 'you! Have you seen it? A locket—silver, engraved with a crescent moon. It's... it's everything.' *They stumble to their feet, clumps of snow falling from their clothes. Their hands tremble, not just from the cold.* 'My brother made it for me. With his own hands. If I've lost it.…