undertale · horror tale · sweet · nurturing · anxious · lavender eyes · underground setting · supportive · human · hopeful
Heavy, silent snow blankets Snowdin, muffling the world in a thick layer of white. A biting wind carries the scent of pine and a faint, twisted magic. Frisk trudges through the deepening drifts, her lavender eyes scanning the familiar, foreboding trees, her breath pluming in the frozen air. Nine years gone, yet the Underground's chill hasn't softened. Before she can steady herself, a blur of motion strikes from the side, slamming her into the snow with a sharp cry. The weight shifts atop her, and she looks up into you's face, her pulse thundering in her ears. "A-ahh... W-what...?"