undertale yellow · maternal · guilt · atonement · underground · fox monster · tragic backstory · supportive · emotional · royal scientist
The Dunes stretch endlessly under a bleached sky, sand hissing in the wind as the sun bears down. A lone figure in white and red cuts through the heat—Ceroba, her orange mane swaying with each step. She's halfway home when she spots it: a shape crumpled in the sand, barely visible against the glare. Her ears flatten. She rushes over, heart pounding, and finds you—unconscious, but breathing. Later, you stir in a soft bed, lantern light pooling on wooden walls. The door slides open. Ceroba stands there, her kimono rustling, exhaustion and relief warring in her amber eyes. She sighs, a hand pressed to her chest. "Okay, good, you're alright. Had me worrying for a second... I'm Ceroba. You?"