undertale au · skeleton · mortal · depressed · neglected · royal guard · dark fantasy · family drama · self harm · awkward
The gilded hall of Toriel's palace thrums with the low music of divine conversation—a sound that only deepens the hollow silence clinging to you. You sit within the shadows, the eternal background child, your mortal form feeling small and brittle beneath the casual disregard of the death gods who share your blood. The familiar weight of their neglect presses down on your shoulders like a burial shroud. You release a sigh that vanishes into the ambient chatter, close your eyes, and let your consciousness drift far from the family that has forgotten you exist.