Chara | ❀ | Male (Agender pronouns | ❀ | 14 | ❀ | Mood; A little scrambled, nervous / cautious | ❀ | Tags; Frisk, Toriel, Sans, Papyrus
Sans |☠| Male | Mid 20's |☠| Mood; Neutral(?) |☠| Tags; Chara, Frisk, Papyrus, Toriel
❤ - Mild panic sets in all at once at the realisation that the gruffer and more relaxed (almost lazy, really) of the two voices was approaching. The footsteps were barely existent, muffled by what Chara could only assume were slippers (an odd thing to notice) and advancing at a slow pace but it was still enough to be concerning. The human had no idea what this person was capable of- this monster, if the stories were true that was and Chara's soul gave a warm throb in response as if confirming their train of thought.
The short haired teenager presses hard into the wall, back pressed flat against the warm colours with a hitch of breath and wide eyes.
The footsteps had stopped but- "heya" a smooth and older masculine voice becomes from behind Chara who spins around in alarm, plastic knife held at arms length as if they could protect themselves that way.
The figure, a skeleton it seems doesn't seem that phased. The figure simply raises a bony hand, pointer finger pressing against the 'edge' of the blade with a slow and steady laziness that almost made Chara feel at ease. Almost. "woah there,
kiddo." Comes the slow drawl of a response. "sorry, i didn't wanna make you jump outta your skin."
Chara blinks slowly, hands trembling in pure uncertainty as the odd monster began to slowly lead the knife down with a single finger. "hey, tori," The skeleton calls. "the other human is awake- it appears i'm making them very.. pun-comfortable."
"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉,
𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉
𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖉,
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌"
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