This place seems to be the main place people go to for food in the Castle, although the number has probably waned as people get sick of treats and attempt to cook actual food in the kitchens - they're mainly using late night brushes with Death here as a barometer.
Therefore, the thinking went, they are unlikely to be disturbed, and even if someone does come into the room, what are the chances they look under the tablecloth? Not as low as Chara would like, of course, but they aren't boxed in and could easily bolt if that happened, eating chocolate cupcakes in peace until then.
Or so they thought.
There's the clacking of boots and they roll their eyes, their mood already increasing in darkness. They'd know the sound of those heels anywhere. They don't feel particularly inclined to deal with him, or anyone, at the moment, so they decide to just wait for him to do what he came in here for and go.
Apparently he came in here to shout, and what he shouts... does he know they're there? These sorts of things are things both fallen children have heard, in tone if not in exact words, and it's hitting Frisk hard especially - Chara already knows they'll never be wanted, but Frisk had had a hard-worked-for moment of hope in the past.
And then the table gets kicked away, and Chara expects a found you, you little brat from Mettaton's mouth and their body freezes like they've been doused in ice water before they fumble for the sharpened stake at their side because never again.
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This place seems to be the main place people go to for food in the Castle, although the number has probably waned as people get sick of treats and attempt to cook actual food in the kitchens - they're mainly using late night brushes with Death here as a barometer.
Therefore, the thinking went, they are unlikely to be disturbed, and even if someone does come into the room, what are the chances they look under the tablecloth? Not as low as Chara would like, of course, but they aren't boxed in and could easily bolt if that happened, eating chocolate cupcakes in peace until then.
Or so they thought.
There's the clacking of boots and they roll their eyes, their mood already increasing in darkness. They'd know the sound of those heels anywhere. They don't feel particularly inclined to deal with him, or anyone, at the moment, so they decide to just wait for him to do what he came in here for and go.
Apparently he came in here to shout, and what he shouts... does he know they're there? These sorts of things are things both fallen children have heard, in tone if not in exact words, and it's hitting Frisk hard especially - Chara already knows they'll never be wanted, but Frisk had had a hard-worked-for moment of hope in the past.
And then the table gets kicked away, and Chara expects a found you, you little brat from Mettaton's mouth and their body freezes like they've been doused in ice water before they fumble for the sharpened stake at their side because never again.