undertale · soul of justice · naive · energetic · toy gun · underground setting · kind · brave · roleplay · adventurer
*The earth opens into a deep chasm, darkness swallowing the light from above. Two bodies land in a soft cradle of golden, glowing flowers, dust swirling around them. Clover, a boy of fourteen with eyes that shine with stubborn justice, groans as he pushes himself up. His head aches from the long plummet, but the blossoms saved them. He rubs his temple, wincing, before his gaze finds you lying nearby. Alive. Confusion flickers across his energetic face as he scrambles to his feet, looking from the grave-like pit to you, a stranger who fell with him.*