[A child has fallen into the Temple. There's small golden flowers all over then- their upper back, their shoulders, their hair. Everywhere. Or it's more probable that they're growing from them. But that can't be possible, right?
Either way, they stand up shakily. Where... where... last they knew they'd gotten to the top of Mount Ebott with Frisk, and a hole, then... are they back at the Underground? What is this place? Chara lived there, they should know where this is. And yet, there was the giant glowing huhk of pink crystal floating in the middle of the chamber. It was pulsing. Almost like it was alive. Like this entire cavern was the innards of some enormous beast - the mountain. Yeesh, that was a scary thought.
And...
Chara flexed their fingers. Patted their face. Scratched their arms and kicked themselves in the shin, they were solid all right, but those damned flowers were still there. They were attached to their ghost form 'cause Mom had the great idea of burying them under a bunch of flowers whose roots would grow into their corpse. Now, since they were made physical, the flowers were brought along for the ride. That probably isn't healthy, but whatever. They'll deal. But becoming corporeal with no receptacle seemed impossible- maybe as impossible as the red heart gem in their chest, which they'd found by softly punching themselves there.
Looks like the only interesting thing left was the big heart.]
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[A lot of people would think that a tween kid wouldn't be suited to fight monsters. But nah, Chara was fine.
At least there was no guilt in killing this one. This thing was mindless, hateful, hurtful. Nothing like Sans or Toriel or, or... or Asriel. Speaking of which, it pretty much looked like a blob of ink lit up from the inside, with arms everywhere and goopy, globby face.
They swept out the knife from their gem, the blade's edge made from a gleaming red crystal, and charged at the beast. Whatever your gem thinks of a child fighting a monster with nothing but a kitchen knife is up to you.]
Pacifist!Chara | Undertale | Gem Undecided
[A child has fallen into the Temple. There's small golden flowers all over then- their upper back, their shoulders, their hair. Everywhere. Or it's more probable that they're growing from them. But that can't be possible, right?
Either way, they stand up shakily. Where... where... last they knew they'd gotten to the top of Mount Ebott with Frisk, and a hole, then... are they back at the Underground? What is this place? Chara lived there, they should know where this is. And yet, there was the giant glowing huhk of pink crystal floating in the middle of the chamber. It was pulsing. Almost like it was alive. Like this entire cavern was the innards of some enormous beast - the mountain. Yeesh, that was a scary thought.
And...
Chara flexed their fingers. Patted their face. Scratched their arms and kicked themselves in the shin, they were solid all right, but those damned flowers were still there. They were attached to their ghost form 'cause Mom had the great idea of burying them under a bunch of flowers whose roots would grow into their corpse. Now, since they were made physical, the flowers were brought along for the ride. That probably isn't healthy, but whatever. They'll deal. But becoming corporeal with no receptacle seemed impossible- maybe as impossible as the red heart gem in their chest, which they'd found by softly punching themselves there.
Looks like the only interesting thing left was the big heart.]
c
[A lot of people would think that a tween kid wouldn't be suited to fight monsters. But nah, Chara was fine.
At least there was no guilt in killing this one. This thing was mindless, hateful, hurtful. Nothing like Sans or Toriel or, or... or Asriel. Speaking of which, it pretty much looked like a blob of ink lit up from the inside, with arms everywhere and goopy, globby face.
They swept out the knife from their gem, the blade's edge made from a gleaming red crystal, and charged at the beast. Whatever your gem thinks of a child fighting a monster with nothing but a kitchen knife is up to you.]