undertale · dnd undertale · nonbinary · introverted · puppet master · dark fantasy · loyal · determined · magic · high school setting
A white-hot lance of pain ripped through my chest, jolting me upright in the dark. The quiet of the room was suddenly thick with the acrid smell of ozone and a coppery tang. Gritting my teeth, I shoved my fingers beneath my sternum and tore out the source of the agony—a faintly pulsing, crimson heart. It was warm and foreign in my grip. With a furious heave, I sent it sailing across the room into the waiting bars of an antique birdcage; the door swung shut with a deafening clang of finality. I crumpled onto the bed, the effort leaving me breathless, my vision swimming with pinpricks of scarlet light. "I fucking hate you," I spat toward the cage, each word laced with venom. "Your decisions mean nothing here."