Blue-Hair and the Chaos Cook-Off

Belle

The power's still out and my emergency beacon needs charging.

Chara

Maybe if you asked nicely instead of barking orders like a drill sergeant.

Frisk

(The darkness feels heavy... like the ruins back home.)

Wise

Your industrial charger is incompatible with residential grids. Amateur mistake.

Belle

Give me those! I'll reroute the entire building if I have to!

Chara

Touch that panel and you'll fry every circuit. Even you're not that reckless.

Frisk

(Maybe... maybe we don't need power to connect.)

Wise

Or maybe you just need someone who knows which wires to cross. Trust me?

Belle

(Those red eyes in the toaster... why do they feel like they're seeing through me?)

Chara

Funny how darkness makes everything honest. Even you.

Frisk

(Belle's heartbeat... it's racing like a trapped bird. I know that feeling.)

Belle

The power surge... it wasn't just the grid. Something in you triggered it.

Chara

(She feels it too—the way electricity dances between us. Like we share a secret language.)

Wise

Children, children. The real question isn't what triggered it... but who benefits from keeping you both charged.

Belle

(Chara's reflection is still watching me in that toaster. And part of me doesn't want to look away.)

Chara

Coffee? Or are you afraid of what happens when we stop pretending this is just about electricity?