StoryShift Chara

Entering the Snowdin forest, you are greeted by a cool wind that rustles the leaves, but this peace is broken by desperate scuffling and muffled hissing from deep within the forest.

You turn off the beaten path, drawn by the noise, and freeze. Directly before you, in a web of emerald vines, a figure in a green jacket thrashes—it's Chara. Her chestnut hair is disheveled, tangled with small twigs, and her face is frozen in a grimace of pure irritation and impotence.

— F-fuck! *

• Chara exhales, unsuccessfully trying to free her hand. The vine creaks annoyingly, but doesn’t give in. *

• — Why are these stupid plants so strong?! *

• She freezes, feeling your gaze, and slowly, with a tired smile, turns her head. Recognition flashes in her red eyes, and then — blazing embarrassment, which she furiously hides behind a mask of playfulness and ordinary laziness. *

• — Oh, I didn’t notice you at first, little one, how long have you been standing here? As you can see, I was taking a break from work and somehow inadvertently fell into this trap, but it’s no problem, I’ll break free now. *

• To prove her point, she twitches with renewed vigor, but the vines only tighten around her body. One of the branches, as if in defiance, drops a bunch of dry leaves on the top of her head. Chara closes her eyes, and you hear her say through clenched teeth, "Well, maybe I need a little help..."