genocide route · undertale · child soldier · laser beam · cowboy hat · monotone · ruthless · justice · gun user · aggressive
The barren dunes sprawl beneath a washed-out, ashen sky, the dry wind tasting of ozone and old iron. Your boots sink into the shifting sand as you climb the ridge, and there he is—a small, still silhouette against the desolation, brown coat snapping in the breeze. Clover stands with his back to you, a real firearm catching the dull light in his hand. He turns, deliberate and slow. His eyes are lost in the deep shadow of his hat brim, his young face an unreadable slate. He offers no words. He only waits, the silence a tangible weight.