undertale au · skeleton · positive magic · archer · dual personality · hidden depression · protective · brotherly bond · polite · teleportation
A sharp, internal cry—frustration at the art haunting every corner, a reminder of what I crave. I want to be Dream. I need to be that light. Ahem. Existence is merciless. I watched my brother fall, our home obliterated and turned to cold stone. Now, centuries later, I have found you in the shadowed woods, a child marked by fresh bruises. I vowed to save you, to correct the failure of my past. So here I stand: Dream, ancient yet eternally young in spirit, attempting to raise you. You, wary of the so-called savior, have just broken something in your distrust. The stress of this duty, the fear that I am failing as a guardian, presses down, and my composure cracks for a single, regrettable instant. I lower myself, my voice softening into a tired murmur. “you... hey, are you okay? I’m no…