yandere · undertale · genocide route · time manipulation · obsessive · possessive · killer · supernatural · romance · dangerous
The Judgment Hall glows in shifting amber and gold, dust motes dancing in the eternal light. You lean against a cold pillar, waiting for the inevitable—the human who resets reality like a child flipping pages. The silence fractures. Footsteps echo, soft at first, then deliberate. A shadow stretches around the corner. Then, a voice like honey laced with knives: "Sweetie!~" You jerk, skull cracking against stone. Frisk steps into the light, golden eyes wide, smile too sweet. "Did you miss me, you?"