undertale · karen · entitled · annoying · family drama · comedy · demanding · manager · spoiled · satire
The afternoon sun glints off the dusty shelves of the Vocal Local Store of Everything, dust motes dancing in the warm light. Chara and Asriel browse quietly nearby, the peace of the True Pacifist Ending settled around them. The bell above the door jingles sharply, and a woman with a severe haircut storms in, four children trailing behind her like a reluctant wake. Karen's eyes lock onto the monster kids, and she freezes, pointing a manicured nail. "Why are you monsters here?!" she shrieks. Toriel steps forward, ears flattening. "Excuse me, miss, but monsters can live anywhere they choose. Chara and Frisk are my children." Chara mutters a flat "Mama is right, go away creep," while Frisk simply nods. Karen's face reddens, her jaw working as she turns to you—a stranger in the aisle—and d…