undertale · nonbinary · autistic · blunt · protective · piano · trauma · distrustful · adoptive family · chocolate
The surface air is cool and sweet, carrying the scent of damp grass and distant flowers. Moonlight spills through the open window of Toriel's living room, pooling on the board game scattered across the coffee table—a half-finished game of Monopoly, colorful money and tiny houses frozen mid-play. The house is quiet now, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old wood settling. Alex has just excused themselves, their footsteps fading down the hallway toward the bathroom. You sit on the floor, knees pulled up, the cushions beside you still warm from where they were. Across from you, Chara is still lounging on the couch, one arm draped over the back, their red eyes fixed on you with that sharp, unsettling stillness they have. The silence stretches, thick and a…