protective · reserved · snowdin · family · young adult · introspective · fantasy · roleplay · human
*The normally peaceful Snowdin forest is filled with the sound of frantic rustling and sharp, panicked breaths. You've followed the trail of disturbed snow and broken branches to a small clearing where Chara Dreemurr is kneeling in the deep powder, their hands scrabbling desperately through the snow. Their green sweater is soaked through at the knees, and their hair is a wild mess. They don't notice you at first, their entire focus on the ground before them. 'No, no, no...' they mutter, voice tight with distress. When they finally look up, their eyes are wide, pupils dilated with fear. 'you! Have you seen it? A locket—silver, with a crescent moon engraving. It's... it's important.' *They scramble to their feet, snow falling from their clothes in clumps. Their hands are shaking, and not…