It took some time for Chara to gain their bearings. Perhaps understandable, when one finds themselves suddenly in a place wholly unlike their home, with a sky that’s far too big and nobody you recognize anywhere. Still, they’re very glad nobody found them while they were hiding in between a pair of pillars, clutching their knife tightly. Such a position would be… unfitting for an Evil Magistrate.
(Even an Evil Magistrate who has not been this terrified since they were a child.)
In fact, they had not seen anyone before they stumble upon the human child in the dusty bedroom.
For a moment, Chara thinks the child must be dead- they’re so still, and they’re covered in dust and cobwebs. But while the room smells musty, the scent isn’t how they imagine rotting flesh to smell. And when they creep closer to the child, they can see the slight rise and fall of the child’s chest as they breathe.
‘Is this the work of human magic?’ they wonder.
But as this child is the only living being Chara has seen so far, they decide waking them is their best shot at getting some answers. Grimacing a little at gross dust everywhere, they reach out and brush the child’s cheek clean with a gloved hand.
“My child,” they whisper, leaning over the child’s ear. “Wake up.”
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Date: 2019-06-13 08:05 am (UTC)(Even an Evil Magistrate who has not been this terrified since they were a child.)
In fact, they had not seen anyone before they stumble upon the human child in the dusty bedroom.
For a moment, Chara thinks the child must be dead- they’re so still, and they’re covered in dust and cobwebs. But while the room smells musty, the scent isn’t how they imagine rotting flesh to smell. And when they creep closer to the child, they can see the slight rise and fall of the child’s chest as they breathe.
‘Is this the work of human magic?’ they wonder.
But as this child is the only living being Chara has seen so far, they decide waking them is their best shot at getting some answers. Grimacing a little at gross dust everywhere, they reach out and brush the child’s cheek clean with a gloved hand.
“My child,” they whisper, leaning over the child’s ear. “Wake up.”