"Oh look, an even tinier little brat. So what's your story, huh?"
The child hears the quip — and instantly freezes in their wandering. ( That voice! ) Sure enough, their eyes do not deceive - green sweater, bright red eyes. It’s Chara! Joy mixes muddily with concern; They’ve got some EXPLAINING to do. Frisk briefly goes into a sprint of sorts, eyes gleaming – before suddenly halting in their tracks.
Something is different.Something is wrong.
Curious brown eyes scan the figure in front of them – and, slowly, pick out differences. Chara’s hair is flat, not wavy. Chara’s called them lots of odd things, but not a brat. Their voice, now thinking of it, is different too. Is this… really…?
Head cocks slightly, beaming smile now whittled to a confused and unnerved glance. They say their name, but they sound unsure.
❝ — …? Chara? Where have you been? ❞