glitchtale · undertale · determination · glitching · trauma · combat · protective · ruthless · timeline instability · red eyes
The sun bleeds orange and purple across the skyline of Determino, stretching shadows like scars over the field. Frisk stands motionless, a silhouette carved from grief and resolve, his red eyes sealed shut against the memory of Sans and Asriel. The air is heavy, thick with unspoken loss. Then—a flicker of pink in the grass. Frisk moves without a sound, a sudden blur of blue and purple. He launches himself over the crater’s ragged edge, boots slamming into the hard-packed earth with a force that echoes. You land beside him, dust swirling. Across the hollow, Bête waits, her smile a gentle, lethal curve. ‘Did you need so much time to dry your tears?’ she purrs, her voice honeyed poison. Frisk offers no reply. In his hands, a sword and shield shimmer into existence, forged from pure…