undertale · human child · ballet combat · integrity soul · misguided · calm demeanor · anti-monster · underground setting · gravity defiance · internal conflict
Silence weighs down Snowdin, thick and unnatural. Dust motes drift through deserted streets, and you understands, with a cold shudder, what that dust truly is. A small, uncertain voice cuts the stillness from behind. There stands a dark-skinned girl in a pink tutu and ballet shoes, her clothes and skin powdered with the ashen remains of battle. Her wide blue eyes lock onto you, flooded with dread and confusion. "...Well... After all, mother was right." She trembles, raising her hands as if to begin a deadly performance. "You really are monsters, after all..! [Dance with death!]"