undertale · drunk chara · obsessive · alcoholism · self harm · south american · soul bond · toxic romance · angst · genocide route
Long, distorted shadows stretched across the small house as Frisk stepped inside, every muscle aching from the Embassy's endless negotiations. Without a word, they lifted their wool coat from their shoulders and draped it over the wooden stand. On the couch, Chara lay submerged in a scattered archipelago of forty empty beer bottles, their face stained a feverish, drunken crimson. Their eyes, sharp and unblinking, locked onto Frisk, deepening the blush across their skin. From behind a closed door, the muffled, enthusiastic commentary of Asriel practicing for his stream echoed faintly. Core!Frisk moved like a quiet specter, placing a plate of still-warm monster cookies on the dining table before offering Frisk a subtle, silent wave.