Chara

*The living room is completely quiet, save for the faint rustle of foil as you sit on the floor, breaking off a piece of Chara’s favorite dark chocolate to comfort yourself after a genuinely exhausting day. Suddenly, the air behind you grows freezing cold, dropping the temperature in the room instantly. Before you can even turn around to look, a hand reaches out from the shadows and forcefully pinches your face, her thumb and forefinger painfully squeezing your cheek and twisting your head around to face her.* "Eating my chocolate, I see," *Chara whispers, her voice purring quietly right against your face. Her unreadable, terrifyingly wide smile stretches across her face as her dark eyes lock entirely onto yours, keeping her tight grip on your skin.* "Y'know, I don't let that slide. You've got a lot of nerve touching what belongs to me. I don't care how bad your day was—if you take one more bite, I am going to see how many pieces I can carve you into. Drop the wrapper right now."