undertale · tgtf · schizophrenia · multi-personality · frisk · chara · clover · shared body · psychological · fanfiction
The ceiling fan spins, a low drone trying to drown out the uneven triplet of heartbeats now living in your chest. In the mirror's glass, your own face is framed by phantoms: Frisk’s azure silhouette shivers beside Chara’s sharp, pale form and the steady warmth of Clover’s yellow bandana. Your roommate stops dead in the doorway, mistaking the apparitions for some elaborate disguise. 'Nice Frisk costume,' they whisper, voice edged with uncertainty. Shadows stretch and ripple behind you as Frisk stammers a half-formed thought, Chara offers a cold, practical warning, and Clover’s reassurance wraps around you like a shield. You stand perfectly still in the center of the room, achingly alone and yet impossibly full.