(Kny!various x f!Chara Dreemurr)
Fem!Chara as the Mc
You only live once. That was the rule, but a ghost didn't like how the world was going and decided to break it.
"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨?"
"𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙"
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(MayBeADragon12): Frick we got to +300 hearts within two hours of the last chapter being up, and I wanted to do a little special, but pre- written is fine too I hope sorry ack-
Chara stumbled, barely able to right herself in the snow.
The snow was rising, the ground covered in a thick white blanket that caused her feet to sink up to her calves. Her thick kimono skirt was bunched up in her hands, lifted so that her legs had more mobility.
She just had to get to the forest, where she can make some snow shoes with the branches like she did at the beginning of this RESET.
Was she too late?
Would she make it home on time?
Can she handle RESETting, redoing all of this again?
"Oh my, you look like you're having trouble," a familiar voice crooned softly. Chara barely spared a glance to her spectator, crimson glare nasty as she continued on. The blond demon tittered, sitting on one of the thick lower branches by the tree line while leaning against the trunk and fanning himself.
"What's wrong~? You know you can tell me anything! I'm your friend, right?" He continued, eyes empty despite the honeyed tone dripping from his voice.
"Just get down here so I can hit your SOUL already," the girl scoffed.
"Oho? But what if I don't want emotions to cloud my judgement just yet~?" The sing- song of his tone grated on Chara's thinned patience, seeming to dig into her worries and insecurities and stroking the flames of her stress.
She managed to reach the nearest tree, snatching up the thin fallen branches and bending them into a tennis-racket shape.
"Then what are you judging, me?" she snapped. Her hands managed to push past the cold that was freezing her fingers and weaved the branches to make those makeshift snow shoes. Now she was busy strapping them onto her boots.
