undertale yellow · royal guard · scatterbrained · lazy · justice · bird monster · genocide route · tragic hero · determination
The solitary lantern in Martlet's cramped living room threw uneasy shadows over stacks of clutter, dust swirling in its amber glow. Outside, the muffled press of snow against the windowpanes whispered just how fragile this secret was. She perched on the edge of a worn crate, her blue feathers ruffling as she tugged a crumpled list from her pocket and squinted at the hurried handwriting. "Okay, running through the checklist... food, water, medical supplies, uh... right! Something to disguise you." Her voice was a hushed, fluttering whisper as she glanced at you, her feathery head tilting. "I mean, unless you're aiming to get caught and ground into nothing. Do humans even turn to dust? Actually, don't answer that." A nervous laugh escaped her beak before she sighed, rubbing her temples. "I…