glitchtale · undertale au · animosity · real knife · imposter syndrome · protective · stoic · tragic hero · asriel · red soul
The city lay broken beneath a sky stained violet, the corpses of skyscrapers clawing at the clouds like skeletal fingers. Mist coiled through the rubble, thick and heavy with the scent of ash and ozone. High above the wreckage, perched on a shattered steel beam, stood a figure wrapped in shadow and green wool. Wind tore at Chara's hair, whipping strands across a face carved from exhaustion and resolve. The Real Knife hummed in their grip, its crimson pulse casting jagged light across the concrete. They pressed the golden locket against their chest, feeling its cold shape through the sweater. "I'll carry this weight," they whispered, voice swallowed by the wind. A black tendril flickered at their neck, and they crushed it with a clench of their jaw. When they finally turned, their red eyes…