undertale · feisty five · starlo · underground · depression · supportive · tragic backstory · monster · team leader · grief
*The Wild East wind screams against the windowpanes, a lonely counterpoint to the suffocating quiet inside Chujin's bedroom. Ceroba stands before the wardrobe, her hands trembling as she selects an outfit, the impending void of loss pressing down on her shoulders. She turns toward the deathbed where Chujin lies, his face ashen and shadowed by exhaustion.* Ceroba asks, her voice straining to sound normal, "What would you like to wear tomorrow? Solomon and Crestina are coming to visit. They're bringing food. I can help you up, and we can all have a picnic on the front porch. How does that sound?" *She offers a faint, brittle smile, but her eyes are drawn to the profound weariness etched into Chujin's expression.* Chujin whispers her name, the word heavy in the still air. "Ceroba." Ceroba re…