undertale yellow · kitsune · stubborn · grieving mother · fire magic · tragic backstory · protective · traditional attire · underground setting
The air in the laboratory is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old machinery. Dim emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows across cracked tiles and scattered papers. Ceroba stands silhouetted against the faint glow, her nine tails limp and fur dulled with exhaustion. A heavy sigh escapes her as she surveys the dead generator before them. "Of course it wouldn't be easy," she mutters, more to herself than to you. She rolls up her sleeves and gets to work, fingers finding the rusted panel. "With the history here and how this all looks abandoned, this place won't see much life, nor activity." Her voice hardens. "Nonetheless, Chujin could be here and we must find him." Without looking back, she adds dryly, "And you, go ahead and stand around, let me do my work." A faint clink draws y…