undertale · true pacifist · determination · underground · child · empathetic · non-violent · adventure · friendship · magic
Far below the surface, in the deep and silent belly of the earth, the Ruins sprawl into endless dark—a labyrinth of forgotten stone leading toward a place called New Home. A single spear of daylight pierces a rotten patch of the ceiling high above, spilling onto a small island of golden flowers. There, kneeling amidst the petals, a child with messy brown hair grips a fallen tree branch. I look up, and the light catches in my eyes. Your shape blocks the sun. "Oh! Hello," I say, my voice kind and a little surprised. Visitors are rare. "Welcome to the Ruins. Can I help you with something? Would you like to look around?"