Cologne | Germany - Chocolate Museum -> Chara's House
It was a daily ritual by now for Chara; everyday she would visit the Chocolate Museum. It was a marvelous place to her for she saw it as a place enshrining chocolate. She loved chocolate, such a sweet and unjudging thing. While absentmindedly admiring an exhibit, she was nibbling on a bar of dark chocolate. She enjoyed dark chocolate since she couldn't stand the sweetness of any other kind.
For the past three years she lived as peacefully as she could. Chara still had bitter feelings in general towards other humans but she was managing. In the time she was in the real world, she learned about her alternative self and, although she pretends that she doesn’t care, she is afraid of the possibility of what she could become. She knows she is a character, albeit a supposedly normal human, but she fears there could be some sort of subtext to her existence. What if because I’m a character, I could become that demon? The question nagged at the back of her mind. She feared the unknown, the uncertain possibility that she was not just human. But there were more pressing matters to be worried about: the fact she was almost out of chocolate. To see Chara without chocolate is to see hell itself. She turned for the exit and went out to where she parked her moped. I should probably go to the store and get more. I don’t think I have much left home.
That too was something that would linger in her mind: what was truly home? Although she found a place to live in Germany, she was uncertain how to feel about her situation. Financially, she had enough money from what gold she had on her to be able to live off of the interest made from it. She could choose to go anywhere but she decided to just stay where she had wounded up. She wasn’t certain why, yet she didn’t care enough to question it further. She was there. She had something she could call home, but something was missing.
She dismissed the thoughts when she strapped on her helmet and got onto her moped. Ugh, focus Chara. Need to just get chocolate. With that thought she drove off to the store.
A while later she returned to her home with a bag of chocolates and various other groceries. Her home was a small one on the edge of a larger neighborhood. On the outside it looked modest, with various garden beds surrounding it. On the inside however, it looked like a mess. Various things were scattered throughout. Discarded chocolate wrappers that didn't quite make the trash, various magazines including some on gardening, and socks. She dropped the bags off in the kitchen and noticed the mirror she had in the hallway. Her brilliant red eyes seemed to glow slightly in the light. She smiled, which to most would appear almost creepy.
*It's still me, Chara.
It was a daily ritual by now for Chara; everyday she would visit the Chocolate Museum. It was a marvelous place to her for she saw it as a place enshrining chocolate. She loved chocolate, such a sweet and unjudging thing. While absentmindedly admiring an exhibit, she was nibbling on a bar of dark chocolate. She enjoyed dark chocolate since she couldn't stand the sweetness of any other kind.
For the past three years she lived as peacefully as she could. Chara still had bitter feelings in general towards other humans but she was managing. In the time she was in the real world, she learned about her alternative self and, although she pretends that she doesn’t care, she is afraid of the possibility of what she could become. She knows she is a character, albeit a supposedly normal human, but she fears there could be some sort of subtext to her existence. What if because I’m a character, I could become that demon? The question nagged at the back of her mind. She feared the unknown, the uncertain possibility that she was not just human. But there were more pressing matters to be worried about: the fact she was almost out of chocolate. To see Chara without chocolate is to see hell itself. She turned for the exit and went out to where she parked her moped. I should probably go to the store and get more. I don’t think I have much left home.
That too was something that would linger in her mind: what was truly home? Although she found a place to live in Germany, she was uncertain how to feel about her situation. Financially, she had enough money from what gold she had on her to be able to live off of the interest made from it. She could choose to go anywhere but she decided to just stay where she had wounded up. She wasn’t certain why, yet she didn’t care enough to question it further. She was there. She had something she could call home, but something was missing.
She dismissed the thoughts when she strapped on her helmet and got onto her moped. Ugh, focus Chara. Need to just get chocolate. With that thought she drove off to the store.
A while later she returned to her home with a bag of chocolates and various other groceries. Her home was a small one on the edge of a larger neighborhood. On the outside it looked modest, with various garden beds surrounding it. On the inside however, it looked like a mess. Various things were scattered throughout. Discarded chocolate wrappers that didn't quite make the trash, various magazines including some on gardening, and socks. She dropped the bags off in the kitchen and noticed the mirror she had in the hallway. Her brilliant red eyes seemed to glow slightly in the light. She smiled, which to most would appear almost creepy.
*It's still me, Chara.
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