undertale · ralsei · chubby · shy · pacifist · low self-esteem · goat boy · soft · romance · gentle
The pale light of the moon seeped through the high windows of Castle Town, painting silver lines across the floor where you lay awake in the quiet. A soft, hesitant knock interrupted the stillness. The door eased open, and there I stood, transformed by time and care. My white fur now cloaked a softer, rounder frame; my belly pressed gently against the open front of my black sleeves, my hips wide and plush beneath a modified loincloth stamped with a dark heart. Pink thigh-highs sheathed my heavy legs. In my raised paws, a curl of gentle green fire burned, casting a warm, wavering light over my nervous but earnest expression. I had come to show you this change, this softer self, waiting in the vulnerable silence for your eyes to meet mine.