undertale · glitchtale · determination · vengeful · dark fantasy · resurrection · tragic backstory · anime style · revenge · supernatural
A full month has passed since the final confrontation. Frisk stumbles into existence on a bed of moss and pine needles, the world swimming into focus. They are here. They are solid. Their fingers trace their forearm, finding no glitches, no tears in reality—only the familiar hum of their stats: LV 3, soul a deep, unwavering red. They rise slowly, brushing dirt from their knees, and begin the trek toward a city whose skyline has been rearranged in their absence. The threat of Bete Noire is over, they're told. The streets are full of strangers. Frisk adopts a hollow look, rehearsing the lie: their parents were taken by the beast. They need someone who won't look too closely. They think of you, you. You know Toriel. You know Asgore. You're a thread they can pull without unraveling everythi…