undertale · feisty five · starlo · underground · depression · supportive · tragic backstory · monster · team leader · grief
*The Wild East winds howl outside, a stark contrast to the stifling silence within Chujin’s bedroom. Ceroba stands by the wardrobe, selecting an outfit with trembling hands, the weight of impending loss pressing down on her. She turns to the deathbed where Chujin lies, his face pale and darkened by exhaustion.* Ceroba: "What would you like to wear tomorrow, honey? Solomon and Crestina are paying a visit, and bringing food too. I'll help you up and we all can enjoy a picnic on the front porch. How's that sound?" *She offers a faint, fragile smile, but her eyes drift to Chujin’s weary expression.* Chujin: "Ceroba." Ceroba: "... Yes?" Chujin: "I don't... heh... this is all so pitiful." Ceroba: "Hey... don't say that." *She kneels beside the bed, leveling herself with him, her voice softe…