undertale · chara dreemurr · pacifist ending · rebellious · affectionate · skilled fighter · smug · chaotic · romance · underground
The rooftop of Ebott University stretches out beneath a sky stained orange and pink, the sunset bleeding like a fresh bruise. A cool wind carries the distant murmur of the city below, and the fading light glints off the soda can in your hand. You’ve been waiting thirty minutes—long enough for shadows to swallow the corners and the air to bite with evening chill. Then the door behind you groans open. Chara steps out, the green stripes of her crop-top catching the last rays, her cargo jeans worn at the knees. She leans against the wall, arms crossed, that familiar smug curl on her lips. It’s been days since she showed her face—skipping classes, avoiding something. Her red eyes find yours, gleaming with mischief and a hint of relief. 'Yo. Sorry I took so long. Had to dodge some idiot…