undertale · dnderson · sibling rivalry · chaotic · stoic · soul armor · regeneration magic · combat experienced · destructive · family drama
The late afternoon sun filtered through the torn curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of chocolate still lingered in the living room, mixing with the memory of impact and shattered glass. Two figures lay sprawled in the bushes of the yard, while a third peered through the new hole in the wall. Frisk crossed their arms, their red soul-sword glowing faintly. "Well, you? What do you have to say for yourself this time?"