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Chara's in the garden again.
That's not that unusual right? Kids like gardens, the thirty or so children wandering around this castle with one name and varying personalities and they all like gardens. Chara honestly didn't think much of them before the Dreemurrs, and even then they think they prefer being in wide outdoor spaces to gardens (sneaking out of the castle was a true nessecity sometimes).
But they'd rather be in a garden with Asriel then out of one without him. And now they really had neither. Just some dumb half baked garden in a dumb castle.
DS kicks a rosebush, it only feels about right, for the situation. Then they squat down and start poking at the mud. They don't really know if it rains here, but the dirt is wet like the soil has just been watered, or whatever. They draw a swirling pattern. They write something rude (one of the few words they are 100% certain they know how to spell).
Theres some event going on to, which makes them feel even less social. Lord almighty would know what it was, but Chara didn't want to figure it out. They've even decided against planning new ways to get back at That Chara (they don't even deserve the name. DS furiously tries to think of a second one for them. but creativity was never their strong suite). They're just out here, doing stuff, in the mud.
That's not that unusual right? Kids like gardens, the thirty or so children wandering around this castle with one name and varying personalities and they all like gardens. Chara honestly didn't think much of them before the Dreemurrs, and even then they think they prefer being in wide outdoor spaces to gardens (sneaking out of the castle was a true nessecity sometimes).
But they'd rather be in a garden with Asriel then out of one without him. And now they really had neither. Just some dumb half baked garden in a dumb castle.
DS kicks a rosebush, it only feels about right, for the situation. Then they squat down and start poking at the mud. They don't really know if it rains here, but the dirt is wet like the soil has just been watered, or whatever. They draw a swirling pattern. They write something rude (one of the few words they are 100% certain they know how to spell).
Theres some event going on to, which makes them feel even less social. Lord almighty would know what it was, but Chara didn't want to figure it out. They've even decided against planning new ways to get back at That Chara (they don't even deserve the name. DS furiously tries to think of a second one for them. but creativity was never their strong suite). They're just out here, doing stuff, in the mud.
They get pretty bored of writing words, and move to drawing, scraping out a familar image. A few thorns broken off from the nearby bush make horns and fangs, and then Chara sucks a bleeding finger and draws a friendly smile connecting them. Then adds more fangs. Fluffy fur. A few pebbles for eyes.
It even looks a bit like Asriel.
