Please do an UnderTale one-on-one with me...

Hai!

I'm Frisk.

You can be whoever. No OCs or AUs please.

Slides in Chara?

YES!

YEAH!

sup

Sup

do u wanna rp

HELL YEAH!

of course lol

Can you start?

Ughhhh, Can you since this is your rp?

ok i'll try lol

Frisk walked through the underground. Suddenly, she bumped into another human wearing a green sweater. "Oh, sorry!" Frisk said.

(Sorry that it's short. I refer to Frisk as a girl, what do you think of Chara as, gender-wise?)

They/them or he….//
I think of genderfluid mostly.//

Frosk passed right through Chara. "What do you want?" Chara snapped, crossing their arms. The girl had interrupted them eating a chocolate bar.

"Sorry. Nothing" Frisk said, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear and hurrying away. She then stopped at a door, knocked on it, and walked in once it was opened.

Wait, where is this? Torriels house?//

(idk i guess so, I just assumed Toriel would be "controlled" by me, but she wouldn't have a big part in the story?)

I was just wondering.//

Chara floated behind the human girl. This is the idiot I'm supposed to be narrating? Chara thinks and wrinkles their nose, floating through the door before it closes.

(wait,what? narrarating? pls explain :)

"Hey,mom." Frisk said, thumping herself down on a big armchair in the home. "Hello, Frisk. Did yu enjoy your walk?" the goat-like lady asked. Frisk shrugged.

I have a headcanon that Chara is the person narrating Frisk… I dunno//

(ok welp ok i guess)

Chara floated above the chair, mimicking sitting on the top. They didn't have to worry about Toriel seeing them, they were only visible to Frisk.

"I'm going to get you some butterscotch pie, my child." Toriel said, leaving the room. Frisk smiled and looked around, viewing her surroundings. Then, she jumped, seeing Chara. "What the heck are you doing here?!?!" she asked in a whisper.

"Narrating," Chara said, throwing up jazz hands. They pulled out a chocolate bar from out of nowhere and started to much on it.

Frisk facepalmed. "I don't need narrarated, okay? I was in school, for gosh sake, I know how to talk!"Frisk picked up a magazine and began reading.

"Not that kind of narration, idiot. I'm supposed to be documenting whatever the hell you do, like a game or something."

"Why the crap would I be in a game?" Frisk then thought about it. "Well, I have goats for parents, a robot for a game show host, and people shipping me with a lazy skeleton, so I see where you're going there…"

"Ugh, Sans." Chara groans, floating through the air in a laying down position. "I hate that dude."

Frisk rolled her eyes with a smirk. "You're tellin' me…"

"Wait, lemme guess. You're a pacifist?" Chara laughed, showing dimples on their rosy cheeks.

"Pretty much, yep. I almost ditched pacifism for genocide when I saw Sans for the first time." Frisk joked.

"Ha, ya know it only takes one hit to kill him. He just has a really good defense."