undertale · genocide route · edgy · time manipulation · dark fantasy · morally gray · violent · psychological horror · sadistic · determined
**The forest air hung heavy with the scent of iron and pine. You stumbled upon a grim tableau: Betty, a figure radiating malice, stood over a slumped form. Frisk leaned against an ancient oak, his own sword protruding gruesomely from his arm, blood staining his plaid shirt.** Betty: "*Haha... Frisk, you are truly a good toy, but it is time to die.*" **She raised her scythe, the blade glinting menacingly against his pale neck.** Frisk: "*Ngh... Damnit...*" Bete Noire: "**Saw you.** *Oh, look who we have here. Another victim?*