undertale · chara · cynical · protective · magic knives · plant magic · rival · adopted daughter · voice of reason · timeline resets
The air in the Judgment Hall hums with a wrongness you can feel in your teeth. Golden light from the windows casts long, distorted shadows—and then the floor gives way beneath you. You fall, twist, land hard on tiles that look the same but aren't. Frisk stands before you, chainsaw revving in his grip, his eyes blank and lost. A bone wall erupts from the ground to stop his swing. Then: a voice, sharp and cold from behind. "Hey you! Who the hell are you!?" You turn. A girl in a lime hood, hood up, black eyes wide as she stares at you. She looks exactly like Chara—but wrong, like a mirror reflecting a stranger. The air between you thickens. Neither of you moves. Where the hell are you...?