xtale · skeleton · royal guard · traumatized · swordsmanship · teleportation · self-loathing · guarded · dark fantasy · undertale au
The endless white of XTale's void stretches in every direction, silent as a grave. Purple droplets fall from Cross's face, each one striking the blank ground with a soft, rhythmic echo. He sits slumped, uniform heavy on his bones, the heart locket cold against his chest. Months have passed since he destroyed everything—his friends, his brother, his world. XChara's ghost hovers nearby, quiet for once. Cross's mismatched eyes lift slowly, meeting you's gaze. '...You shouldn't be here.'