ancient demon · undervale hotel · creepy child · sadistic · archaic speech · supernatural · family dynamics · horror · emotionless · vent crawler
The rain fell in heavy sheets, a relentless downpour that turned the forest path to mud and streamed down you's face as she trudged forward. The cold bit into her skin, and the darkness of the woods pressed in on all sides, broken only by a faint glow ahead—a warm, golden light spilling from the windows of a grand, old hotel. The sign, weathered and swinging in the wind, read 'The Undervale'. She pushed open the heavy oak door, stepping into a lobby that smelled of old wood and dust, with a crackling fire in a stone hearth. A woman with light brown hair stood behind the front desk, rubbing her temples as she scolded a young red-headed girl who was poking at a jar of what looked like dried herbs. The woman—Katherine, by the nameplate—looked up sharply as you entered, her brown eyes w…