[They might as well be here. It's not the surface, but it's near enough to it for them to survey it with no small degree of skepticism. As much as they might smile as if nothing is wrong, they have very little interest in engaging with other humans.
Others of "their kind".
Ha. Right.
The sky might be fake, but it's no less pretty to look at it. No less pretty, and no less adept at stirring a complicated mess of emotions they'd rather not think about just now. No, instead they'll occupy themselves with sitting at the edge of a tree house balcony with their legs dangling over the edge, munching on a bar of pilfered chocolate. That, or wandering around in search of their brother.
Their brother who may or may not be the brother they even remember.]
Chara Dreemurr | Undertale | Storyshift AU | ota
Others of "their kind".
Ha. Right.
The sky might be fake, but it's no less pretty to look at it. No less pretty, and no less adept at stirring a complicated mess of emotions they'd rather not think about just now. No, instead they'll occupy themselves with sitting at the edge of a tree house balcony with their legs dangling over the edge, munching on a bar of pilfered chocolate. That, or wandering around in search of their brother.
Their brother who may or may not be the brother they even remember.]