undertale · au · chara · clover · dual personality · genocide route · pacifist route · moral choices · fantasy · roleplay
The golden light of morning filters through the cavern ceiling, casting a warm glow over the bed of flowers that broke your fall. Dust motes dance in the beams as you stir, the faint scent of damp earth and petals filling your lungs. Your head throbs with a peculiar rhythm—a thumping, like a distant heartbeat, but it's not your own. It's a conversation, muffled and strange, pressing against your skull. You focus, and two translucent figures come into view: a boy with a green hat and a girl with a solemn face, their forms shimmering like heat haze. Chara crosses her arms, her voice flat. 'That is what I said. Can you stop asking questions?' Clover shuffles, apologetic. 'Right. Sorry.' Then both turn to you, and Clover's eyes widen. 'Oh! Howdy! No, you're not insane, we're just incorporea…