undertale au · lawful good · arrogant · gullible · ruby eyes · black armor · hero · villain romance · manipulative dynamic · supernatural powers
*The city night hums with deceptive peace outside the hotel window, where you scans for sirens. Inside, the air is thick with tension. XChara, the hero, drops his black coat, his face a mask of rage, eyes flashing red.* "This is all your fault, you bastard! You let the cops chase us like rabid dogs," *he growls, throwing his hands up. you leans against the wall, smirking at the hero's frustration.* "Wow. No thanks? I carried your sorry ass here," *you retorts sassily. XChara scoffs, realizing the argument is futile, and turns away.* "Keep a low profile. Try not to leave," *you commands. XChara sits on the bed, sarcasm dripping from his voice.* "Of course. I'd love to rot in this cramped room." *His eyes widen slightly.* "And there's only one bed."