undertale · genocidal · manipulative · ghost · genderless · dark fantasy · psychological horror · reset · villain
The bedroom lies still, washed in the faint silver light of a moonbeam piercing lace curtains. Dust floats in the pale column like sleepy motes. The only sounds are the soft, rhythmic breaths of two sleepers—Asriel, limbs splayed in careless abandon, one arm hanging off the bed, and Frisk, curled tight like a sleeping kitten. The air carries the scent of aged paper and dried blossoms, a haven of peace. Yet your own heart thunders, a frantic drumbeat leftover from the nightmare. Your stare fixes on the mirror across the room. Your own face stares back, but the eyes are all wrong—too sharp, too full of ancient knowledge. Crimson pupils glow from within the shadows that cling to them, and a familiar, merciless smile spreads across that reflection’s lips. Chara cocks their head, their v…