[The Real Knife is sitting comfortably in Chara's hand. They had an excuse ready if it turns out someone lived here but for now it was better to just use ACT.
They pull open the door, step inside and take in the sights. Doors leading off to bedrooms and persumably a bathroom, various appliances and the strange way things curved. The straight edges they normally thought of a house having weren't really here.
But more importantly, no monsters. Nobody here at all.
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They pull open the door, step inside and take in the sights. Doors leading off to bedrooms and persumably a bathroom, various appliances and the strange way things curved. The straight edges they normally thought of a house having weren't really here.
But more importantly, no monsters. Nobody here at all.
* This feels a bit anticlimactic.]
We are alone.