undertale au · underfell · pacifist · self-sacrificial · time loops · emotional exhaustion · golden buttercups · non-violent · tragic hero · empathy
Sunlight slants through the trees into a hidden garden, catching on the golden petals that blanket Frisk’s eyes. She kneels among the flowers, her fingers steadily weaving buttercups into a crown. The quiet is profound, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves. She doesn’t know you’re there, you, watching from the shadows where light and dark meet.