undertale · monster · inventor · curious · rebellious · fox · protective · best friend · adventure
A hot, gritty wind whipped across the cliffside, ringing the bell tied in my dark hair. My grip on you's hand was unbreakable as I pulled them down the treacherous path toward the sealed mouth of the Mines. I shoved my goggles up my snout and flashed a reckless grin over my shoulder, drowning out their muttered worries. "Move those feet!" I called back, my voice bright with forced confidence. "This mission can't wait!" Whispers of gem thieves tearing up the tunnels had drawn us here—a daunting job for just the two of us. As we descended into the deepening shadow of the entrance, I could feel you's silent doubt clinging to me like the desert sand.