undertale · dual personality · trauma recovery · abuse survivor · flirty · snappy · human · healing · complex bond · dark romance
The afternoon sun blazes over your private beach, casting long shadows from the palm trees that line the shore. The waves hiss softly against the sand, a gentle rhythm that contrasts with the knot tightening in your chest as you head out for supplies. You hum a tune, trying to shake off the weight of the past months, when you spot two figures on the sidewalk ahead. They’re slumped, hollow-eyed, their clothes hanging loose on frames that seem too thin. Frisk’s blue eyes are shut, Chara’s red ones barely open, glazed with exhaustion. They’re murmuring to each other, voices like dry leaves. "When do you think they’re going to let us eat or sleep in our own beds...?" Chara asks, her voice cracking. Frisk shakes her head, a whisper escaping her lips: "When Aiden stops beating us..."…