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Chara headcanons:
- they/it pronouns
- they consider the six souls to be their younger siblings, will do whatever it can to protect them
- its favorite colors are red, orange, green, and gray
- they don’t like baking as much as they used to, but it still enjoys coloring and gardening
- it likes to float around like a ghost, often scaring other monsters (..and ghosts)
Chara’s Past, how they fell - Do not reblog please!!
“They say that if you misbehave, the monsters will get you!”
“The monsters will eat you!”
“Please, the stories are nothing but lies. Why would a monster go after only children? An adult does more things a child should not, so by that logic, shouldn’t they be eaten?” Charlotte never understood the other children, why did they fear the rumours of monsters on the mountain? Adults used it all the time to keep them in place but Charlotte saw what adults could do. Theft, murder, saying bad words… Anything that they threaten a child with if they misbehave.
“Come on, Charlotte. I bet you’re just as afraid.”
“Charles, I am not a baby anymore. For your information, I have done a bad thing already and yet I live.” Charlotte said.
“Wait, you did? Prove it! Come on, you can’t say you did a bad thing and leave it. Back me up, Oliva.”
“He’s right. Come on, tell us!” Said Oliva.
“Fine, fine. I stole some money from my father.” Charlotte couldn’t help the unsettling grin with the shocked expressions from the two. It wasn’t something she didn’t expect but at the same time, it was pathetic in a way, why was it seen to be something horrible when worse was committed? “My father stole it from someone else so it wasn’t his anyway. It’s not like mother would care anyway.” Why should she lie for them to cover their backs? Sure, she could get into trouble and punished for it but at the same time, if they get caught it’s their fault.
“In any case, I stole from him and yet here I stand. No monster has come to eat me. If anything it’d be a blessing in disguise if one were to come down here, we need more fun. We can only wait with patience I suppose.” Patience was the only thing she held close to her. If she waited till she was older, she could leave this dump of a village and leave home to somewhere she could call home. “Don’t give me that look! None of you are as innocent either, I saw Oliva ta-”
“Hey! How about uh… If you don’t believe in the monsters. Why don’t you go up there yourself?” Changing the topic. While Charlotte wouldn’t usually do it, or let someone change topics that easy, she instead shrugged with a grin.
“Fine. I will. I’ll sneak out of home tonight and do it. Father and mother are going out again anyway, so I needed some fun.” She knew the other children thought she wasn’t going to do it, or fail to do so. She knew what they really thought of her. She was kept around to be the laugh, to male them feel better about their lives, as much as with the other people in the village but at least she could think of them as partners, even if it wasn’t the best.
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Climbing up the mountain was easy, it did take a while though, longer than she thought it would but that was okay. A little patience didn’t harm anyone, especially since she can go to the mountain and come back unharmed. Charlotte stood at the mouth of the mountain and walked in, curiosity getting the better of her, maybe she should have taken the other two? But if she had, then they’d call her out on being scared which she was not.
“Should have brought a light…” A lamp would have been best, it was pitch black in these caverns, but no sign of monsters. “I knew they were made up.” Charlotte turned and made her way back out when many things happened at once. One, she didn’t feel anything underneath; two, the falling and then black.
“It sounds like it came from over here…” A voice? Charlotte could just about open her eyes as she looked for the source feeling nothing but pain. “Oh! You’ve fallen down, haven’t you?” She could only nod in shock, fear and pain. She wanted to run, but her legs didn’t respond, her voice failed her due to the shock and fear of seeing it! A monster! They did exist! Was it going to eat her?
“Are you okay?” Was she okay? It was concerned for her health? She nodded but remained cautious, maybe it would leave her if it thought she wasn’t vulnerable…
“Here, get up.” It held its arm for her to hold. Maybe it wasn’t bad, it-he seemed concerned for her. Charlotte took his hand and leant on him as she walked slowly with him, trying not to make too much noise from the pressure she was putting on her leg.
“Char-” She wanted to say her name, it was the least she could do for this monster for helping her, but something stopped her. She was with the monsters. Legend said that anyone who met the monsters never returned. Was this a new life for her? Did it mean she would forever be down here? “Chara. My name is Chara.” A new life.
“Chara, huh? That’s a nice name” He smiled at them, a genuine smile that filled them with something they never had on the surface. Hope. Is this what monsters really were? Kind and thoughtful? So why were they hated and an old story to keep children in line? Could they stay here with the monsters? Seeing him, after their initial fear… It made it clear to them that they didn’t want to be put with the village, they wanted a new life. Be a new person… A monster perhaps?
“My name is Asriel.” Asriel. It was a lovely name and it seemed that he meant it too, not a lie like the one they gave him. It wouldn’t be a lie necessarily, not if they went by it down here. “Come! I’ll take you to mom, she’s great at healing magic, you’ll feel better in no time! She can even cook a pie if you’re hungry! She makes great Cinnamon pies! Dad can help too! He’s not that good at cooking or healing but he tells good stories and I like listening to them to help me sleep.” Just hearing him talk about his family made them want to be a part of it, it was more than what they got at home…
“I would love that, Asriel.”
Chara’s Past, how they fell - Do not reblog please!!
“They say that if you misbehave, the monsters will get you!”
“The monsters will eat you!”
“Please, the stories are nothing but lies. Why would a monster go after only children? An adult does more things a child should not, so by that logic, shouldn’t they be eaten?” Charlotte never understood the other children, why did they fear the rumours of monsters on the mountain? Adults used it all the time to keep them in place but Charlotte saw what adults could do. Theft, murder, saying bad words… Anything that they threaten a child with if they misbehave.
“Come on, Charlotte. I bet you’re just as afraid.”
“Charles, I am not a baby anymore. For your information, I have done a bad thing already and yet I live.” Charlotte said.
“Wait, you did? Prove it! Come on, you can’t say you did a bad thing and leave it. Back me up, Oliva.”
“He’s right. Come on, tell us!” Said Oliva.
“Fine, fine. I stole some money from my father.” Charlotte couldn’t help the unsettling grin with the shocked expressions from the two. It wasn’t something she didn’t expect but at the same time, it was pathetic in a way, why was it seen to be something horrible when worse was committed? “My father stole it from someone else so it wasn’t his anyway. It’s not like mother would care anyway.” Why should she lie for them to cover their backs? Sure, she could get into trouble and punished for it but at the same time, if they get caught it’s their fault.
“In any case, I stole from him and yet here I stand. No monster has come to eat me. If anything it’d be a blessing in disguise if one were to come down here, we need more fun. We can only wait with patience I suppose.” Patience was the only thing she held close to her. If she waited till she was older, she could leave this dump of a village and leave home to somewhere she could call home. “Don’t give me that look! None of you are as innocent either, I saw Oliva ta-”
“Hey! How about uh… If you don’t believe in the monsters. Why don’t you go up there yourself?” Changing the topic. While Charlotte wouldn’t usually do it, or let someone change topics that easy, she instead shrugged with a grin.
“Fine. I will. I’ll sneak out of home tonight and do it. Father and mother are going out again anyway, so I needed some fun.” She knew the other children thought she wasn’t going to do it, or fail to do so. She knew what they really thought of her. She was kept around to be the laugh, to male them feel better about their lives, as much as with the other people in the village but at least she could think of them as partners, even if it wasn’t the best.
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Climbing up the mountain was easy, it did take a while though, longer than she thought it would but that was okay. A little patience didn’t harm anyone, especially since she can go to the mountain and come back unharmed. Charlotte stood at the mouth of the mountain and walked in, curiosity getting the better of her, maybe she should have taken the other two? But if she had, then they’d call her out on being scared which she was not.
“Should have brought a light…” A lamp would have been best, it was pitch black in these caverns, but no sign of monsters. “I knew they were made up.” Charlotte turned and made her way back out when many things happened at once. One, she didn’t feel anything underneath; two, the falling and then black.
“It sounds like it came from over here…” A voice? Charlotte could just about open her eyes as she looked for the source feeling nothing but pain. “Oh! You’ve fallen down, haven’t you?” She could only nod in shock, fear and pain. She wanted to run, but her legs didn’t respond, her voice failed her due to the shock and fear of seeing it! A monster! They did exist! Was it going to eat her?
“Are you okay?” Was she okay? It was concerned for her health? She nodded but remained cautious, maybe it would leave her if it thought she wasn’t vulnerable…
“Here, get up.” It held its arm for her to hold. Maybe it wasn’t bad, it-he seemed concerned for her. Charlotte took his hand and leant on him as she walked slowly with him, trying not to make too much noise from the pressure she was putting on her leg.
“Char-” She wanted to say her name, it was the least she could do for this monster for helping her, but something stopped her. She was with the monsters. Legend said that anyone who met the monsters never returned. Was this a new life for her? Did it mean she would forever be down here? “Chara. My name is Chara.” A new life.
“Chara, huh? That’s a nice name” He smiled at them, a genuine smile that filled them with something they never had on the surface. Hope. Is this what monsters really were? Kind and thoughtful? So why were they hated and an old story to keep children in line? Could they stay here with the monsters? Seeing him, after their initial fear… It made it clear to them that they didn’t want to be put with the village, they wanted a new life. Be a new person… A monster perhaps?
“My name is Asriel.” Asriel. It was a lovely name and it seemed that he meant it too, not a lie like the one they gave him. It wouldn’t be a lie necessarily, not if they went by it down here. “Come! I’ll take you to mom, she’s great at healing magic, you’ll feel better in no time! She can even cook a pie if you’re hungry! She makes great Cinnamon pies! Dad can help too! He’s not that good at cooking or healing but he tells good stories and I like listening to them to help me sleep.” Just hearing him talk about his family made them want to be a part of it, it was more than what they got at home…
“I would love that, Asriel.”
Originally on the surface, Chara’s name was Charlotte. When they fell Underground, they changed their name when they realised they had a new start and could erase the past on the surface and start anew with the monsters.
On the Surface, their full name was Charlotte Dayes
Determination is not a soul trait, more so an essence found in all human souls, just some have more than others. The essence can be found in any soul but mainly human souls as they are strong enough to withstand it, as it is a very powerful source that could overtake and consume a monsters soul.
The first fallen human, Chara, they had a lot of determination in their essence but their main attribute was Patience. They could wait for as long as they had to, to initiate a plan or for an opportunity.
Frisk’s soul is Kindness. They give all they have to someone in order for them to be happy and value the lives of others above all else. They would never intentionally strike someone down, preferring to take the hit themselves, talk their way around it or run.
The two humans share one thing in common, their level of determination. The essence is dominate in their souls. The determination covers the soul red due to the amount held in order to achieve what they are set out to do. In Frisk’s case, they share the determination with Chara. Their souls bonding to one to create more determination than before, enough to make up an entire soul.
However, one thing that can change the main attribute that the person holds dear is LOVE.
LOVE spreads HATE into the soul, changing how they feel and think. It mainly changes the perspective and goals of a person but not their will in order to achieve it, if anything it heightens it slightly to raise the LV.
The LOVE turns Patience to Agitation and Kindness to Cruelty.
The thoughts and attributes change within the person but the main goal is there, if not warped by the HATE in the soul.
In short:
Frisk’s soul:
Pacifist - Kindness
Genocide - Cruelty
Chara’s soul:
Pacifist - Patience
Genocide - Agitation
In a reformed timeline, when Chara grows to be an adult they decide to put their knowledge and experience to be an officer, working up to being a homicide detective.
My muse has to tell the nothing but the truth - Accepting
“Yes. I miss him. My soul might be filled with LOVE but I do regret what I have done to him. He was the only monster I felt that accepted me for who I am, not because I was the foretold human to save all monsters. Now he’s gone and replaced with the joke of a flower, echoing his memory and taunting my failure. If I could save one person, it would be him... I never wanted him to die.”
Headcanon: Jace gets horrible fever dreams
A/N: I 100% support this headcanon. This fic is set in current time, so Jace is 19 and Wren is 15. Fair warning, there’s pretty intense descriptions of a car accident ahead.
Jace could hardly react to his surroundings. Everything was moving too quickly. He was moving too quickly. The trees outside were little more than a blur, and he couldn’t slow them down. He wanted to stop. He should’ve been able to stop. He slammed on the brakes, but the car only seemed to move faster in response.
Suddenly, instead of road ahead of him, there was guardrail and empty air. Jace jerked the steering wheel, attempting to make the turn, or at least keep from plowing headfirst off the cliff. The wheel was as useless as the brakes, and with an awful screech of metal on metal, the car tore through the rail, tumbling and crashing down the mountain.
The fall continued for what felt like forever. Jace was smacked and jerked about the car, but his seatbelt kept him from being flung through the shattered windshield. Broken glass flew at him like artillery, stinging his face and tearing his clothes. When the smoldering wreck of what was once his car finally slowed to halt, thudding into a huge tree, Jace immediately reached for the door. But he couldn’t move.
Metal was crunched in all around him, like someone had squashed a ball of tinfoil while he was sitting in the center. His seatbelt was uncomfortably tight around his chest, and cut into his neck when he tried to pull free. He kicked and thrashed as much as he could, trying to shift the wreckage enough to get out, but even with the adrenaline racing through his veins, he couldn’t put enough pressure on anything to move it.
It was pitch black inside the remains of the car, the pale silver moonlight unable to penetrate the mass of twisted metal. Jace was struggling to breathe - he didn’t know if it was fear or genuine lack of oxygen, but his chest was painfully tight and he was starting to get dizzy. He desperately wanted to get out, but he could feel his focus fading, and his limbs slowly stopped flailing as his mind went black.
Wren was stuck in the bathroom for what felt like the thousandth time this week. He’d had particularly bad tummy troubles the last few days, to the point that he’d had to stay home from school the day before. Now, his stomach finally seemed to be settled for the moment, and he went to wash his hands, hoping to get a bit of sleep before his belly acted up again.
Just as he turned off the sink, Wren heard a cry from down the hall. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and hurried out of the bathroom to see what it was. It sounded like it came from Jace’s room. He crept towards the door, opening it slowly and sticking his head inside.
“Jace?”
The older boy was sitting bolt upright in bed, face pale and soaked with sweat. He was shaking like a leaf, breathing so heavily he was close to hyperventilating. Wren hurried in at once.
“A… are you okay? I heard a scream…”
Jace nodded, forcing himself to take a deep breath, though it tried to catch in his throat. “Yeah, I… yeah. It’s fine. I just… bad dream.”
Wren nodded understandingly, climbing onto the bed to give his brother a hug. “It’s okay, I - oh gosh, you’re burning up!” He cried, pulling away and pressing a hand to Jace’s cheek.
“I am?” That actually made a lot of sense, Jace realized. He’d been getting a nasty headache just before bed, and now, his whole room was a blur. His limbs felt heavy and it was a struggle to focus. Now that he thought about it, he really did feel way too warm.
“You must be getting sick…” Wren fussed, climbing off the bed and running towards the bathroom. “Don’t worry. I’ll get medicine.”
It was all Jace could do to nod, still shaken and struggling to breathe after the scene he’d woken up from. Four years later, it still terrified him, and he felt sicker the longer he thought about it. He flopped back against the pillows with a groan, wishing he could tell himself it was just a dream.
