[You know that creepy child you might've seen around the city? You know, the one with the ever-present smile and the fondness for knives and the red eyes? Yeah, this isn't them. But they do bear a striking and interesting resemblance to them, if only on second inspection. They're not wearing a striped shirt, for one, and their eyes are a soft brown instead of the unnatural and hard bloodstone red of that particular knife-wielding child who does live here. They're wearing a green jacket with the hood up, and they smile as if they know something you don't.
Mostly they hang around the snack tables, scrounging anything they can get their hands on that might indulge their sweet tooth. Chocolate, mostly, though they're not opposed to anything else. It tastes weird, but they're not picky. Creepy decorations can't keep this kid away.
Later, they'll experiment with party poppers, snickering as they watch the things explode in the air like fireworks. Or maybe they'll wander the city for a bit with their hands in their pockets, smiling as though nothing is wrong - until they reach that horned statue, that is, and freeze on the spot as the music box plays.
For some reason, it makes them feel incredibly sad...]
chara dreemurr | undertale | storyshift au | ota
Mostly they hang around the snack tables, scrounging anything they can get their hands on that might indulge their sweet tooth. Chocolate, mostly, though they're not opposed to anything else. It tastes weird, but they're not picky. Creepy decorations can't keep this kid away.
Later, they'll experiment with party poppers, snickering as they watch the things explode in the air like fireworks. Or maybe they'll wander the city for a bit with their hands in their pockets, smiling as though nothing is wrong - until they reach that horned statue, that is, and freeze on the spot as the music box plays.
For some reason, it makes them feel incredibly sad...]