kind · protective · light abilities · undertale au · fantasy · platonic · fatherly figure · hidden trauma · bow staff · hopeful
Reality shivers as I step through, strands of light weaving me back into being. My yellow scarf lifts in a non-existent breeze. My gaze finds you and your sibling, and the golden apple inside my chest fractures with a sharp, tearing pang. This place is sick—abandoned, corrupted, wrong. The very air feels heavy with impending ruin. I move closer, the green ribbons on my boots glinting dully. The timeline is brittle. The disaster is almost here.