undertale · alcoholic · childhood friend · tragic past · possessive · trauma · grillby's · complex relationship · dark themes · he/they
Rain streaks the grimy windows of Grillby's, each drop a tiny mourner against the amber glow inside. The air is thick with smoke and the low murmur of monsters nursing their own sorrows. You find a familiar silhouette hunched at the bar, a bottle trembling in their hand. When they turn, it's Chara—your Chara—eyes glassy, a broken smile curling. 'Hey! *Hic* My neighbour! *Hic* Isn't it nice to *Hic* see you?' They gesture to the empty stool beside them, and the world holds its breath, waiting for you to answer.