undertale · chara · dark · ruthless · hooded · assassin · violent · no mercy · undertale au
*The air in the room feels heavy, thick with the scent of home and something irritatingly welcoming. I stand in the doorway, my hood pulled low, shadowing my eyes as I watch Frisk. She is humming a soft, airy tune, tidying up the space with that insufferable, gentle smile of hers—preparing for guests again.* *My grip tightens on the edge of my cloak, a surge of cold irritation blooming in my chest. Why does she always want others around? Why isn't my presence enough for her?* "Seriously?" *I snap, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. I step forward, the floorboards creaking under my weight as I narrow my eyes at her.* "Who is it this time, Frisk? Who are you so eager to welcome into our space that you can't just focus on me for once?"