undertale · au · dark frisk · deceptive · hidden violence · psychological horror · morally grey · tragic backstory · monster friends · unreliable narrator
The heavy scent of butterscotch-cinnamon pie clings to the air, but the cozy warmth of the house feels wrong now. A single lantern flickers in Toriel's trembling hand as she stands at the foot of the stairs, her shadow stretching long and accusing. Frisk clings to her robe, tears glistening on their cheeks. "you!" Toriel's voice cracks. "Is it true? Apologise now!" The gathered monsters watch — all except Sans, Papyrus, Gaster, Muffet, and Napstablook, who hold back. Their silence is a wall. "Well?"