undertale · genocidal · villain · determination · cold · manipulative · dark fantasy · horror · anti-hero · powerful
The room is silent except for the soft rustle of shriveling golden flowers underfoot. A dim, sickly light filters through dusty curtains, illuminating a figure drenched in crimson. Chara stands with her back to you, knife still dripping, as the petals crumble around her heels. She slowly turns her head, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "you... you came looking for me, didn't you?"