Chara is tired. Which is odd, considering they slept last night.

Or maybe not. Their dreams haven't exactly been restful lately.

But yet again, they're left with a paradoxical feeling of exhaustion paired with sheer restlessness, and few outlets to burn it off. And after having breakfast they were left with their empty dishes while Tauriel was off doing... something. (They don't question her activities too much, even when they feel the occasional pangs of curiosity about the outside world.)

Among the breakfast dishes was a small wooden bowl, which was quite sturdy, so until Tauriel came to retrieve it Chara killed time by testing how hard they could throw it against the various corners of the room.

And thus, once Frisk reached the top of the stairs they would be greeted with the sound of a heavy CLUNK from inside Chara's room.