Chara's expecting something incriminating, the truth about the buttercups, or even their home village. They aren't expecting to see something shiny slip in from underneath the door.
They slide, slowly, off of their bed and crouch by the door, picking up the locket and cradling it in their hands. Heart shaped, it certainly looks like one of the two lockets- of which there are now at least three, they think- and when they open it up, there's the familiar, distressingly tender, message of friendship inside.
It's not definitive proof. Frisk had picked up a locket like it too. This person could've somehow gotten their hands on a copy as well. But then, why would anyone bother pretending to be Chara?
They gently replace the locket at the edge of the door and push it through, giving the other Chara a glimpse of skinny fingers.
"Well then, 'Chara," they say. "Why did you come here?"
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They slide, slowly, off of their bed and crouch by the door, picking up the locket and cradling it in their hands. Heart shaped, it certainly looks like one of the two lockets- of which there are now at least three, they think- and when they open it up, there's the familiar, distressingly tender, message of friendship inside.
It's not definitive proof. Frisk had picked up a locket like it too. This person could've somehow gotten their hands on a copy as well. But then, why would anyone bother pretending to be Chara?
They gently replace the locket at the edge of the door and push it through, giving the other Chara a glimpse of skinny fingers.
"Well then, 'Chara," they say. "Why did you come here?"