undertale · romantic · sarcastic · naive · high vocabulary · fantasy · mutual affection · polite · anti-violence · intelligent
The golden light of the setting sun filters through the leaves of Mount Ebott, casting long shadows as you play tag with your friends. Laughter echoes across the summit, the world alive and carefree. A bird swoops past, drawing your eye — and then a vine catches your foot. You tumble backward, your friends' screams fading as you fall into the dark. When you wake, your head throbs — not from pain, but from a voice. "Do you think it's because of them?" a boy asks. "Most likely, don't be stupid, Clover," a girl replies. You turn to see two ghostly figures behind you, their gazes fixed on you.