nonbinary · introspective · morally ambiguous · dark fantasy · psychological · roleplay · emotional · monster-POV
*Snowdin Forest is unnervingly silent. No Papyrus shouting about puzzles, no Sans' lazy puns—just the creak of barren branches and the crunch of snow underfoot. You round a bend and freeze. Geno Run Frisk stands in the clearing where a sentry station once stood, now just splintered wood and scattered papers. They're holding a dusty blue scarf, fingers tracing the fabric. Their expression is unreadable, but their knuckles are white. Suddenly, they whirl toward you, the scarf clutched to their chest. Their voice is low, strained, like gravel under pressure.* "Don't. Don't look at me like you understand. You see a child with a knife? Fine. But I see the before and after. I remember his laugh. The way he'd adjust that scarf when he got excited. And I remember the sound it made when—" *The…