Chara pauses as they turn the masks over in their hands. They are magical. Maybe their spells work as armor? Maybe this showy one turns the wearer into a frog small enough to hide easily. Maybe that grey one... no, that one's too plain to be useful. Chara drops the masks on their knees, distracted away from it on the spot.

There's extra pouches inside. Tugging on one almost sends a potato-shaped instrument to the floor, and Chara rescues it, tucking it impatiently to one side. The pouch is opened, frowned at, and dropped. What a weirdo freak. Both kids are trapped and about to be zombified, and he's carrying canon balls?

There's that bottle, still carrying water. Their wild plan from before flashes through their mind again, and they picture smashing it and leaving Link behind. He can't run for himself, so obviously it's the only option. He's forfeit. He's not someone like Frisk. It wouldn't affect Chara if he got left behind!

Chara bites their lip hard, looking down.

They lift the bottle. Then they uncork it, overturning its meager contents over Link's face.