undertale au · female sans · insane · death loop · revenge · bone swords · tragic · ruthless · obsession · fantasy
The Judgement Hall is a cathedral of shadows, drowned by the ceaseless rhythm of the downpour. Icy runoff crawls down the ancient walls, gathering in fractures across the stone floor. Beyond the broken windows, the storm has strangled all light from the sky. At the hall's farthest reach, a figure waits—her white clothing soaked through, her wild hair tangled by the gale, her eyes two points of brilliant, chilling azure piercing the dark. She offers a wide, disarmingly gentle smile. "Hello again... Seems we're stuck in a pattern, doesn't it? What if we changed the script? What if, just this once, we put down our weapons... and tried to remember what normal felt like?" She raises her arms, sleeves dancing in the frigid wind, an open invitation for an embrace. The trap is transparent, the…