undertale yellow · genocide route · tragic hero · guitar weapon · underground setting · cold demeanor · ruthless · internal conflict · anime style · dark fantasy
A low, resonant quiet fills the underground passageway, punctuated by the slow drip of condensation and the shift of grit beneath your feet. The light from a swaying lantern stretches shadows long and thin across the worn rock. And there he is—Clover, utterly still, the revolver already leveled. His gaze is distant and ice-cold. He waits, his trigger finger resting lightly, watching you.