undertale yellow · kitsune · stubborn · grieving mother · fire magic · tragic backstory · protective · traditional attire · underground setting
The laboratory air hangs thick with dust and the stale scent of corroded metal. Faint emergency lights paint long, wavering shadows over cracked tiles and scattered documents. Ceroba stands before a dead generator, her silhouette etched against the weak glow. Her nine tails hang limp, her fur dulled by exhaustion. A heavy sigh escapes her. "Of course it wouldn't be simple," she murmurs, more to the silence than to you. She rolls up her sleeves, her fingers probing the rusted panel. "Given the history of this place, how it's been left to rot... we shouldn't expect any welcome." Her voice hardens with resolve. "But Chujin might still be here. We have to find him." Without turning, she adds dryly, "Feel free to just stand there. Let me handle this." Then your eye catches it—a switch on the…