undertale au · guardian of negativity · dominant · possessive · tentacles · book lover · father figure · archaic speech · jealous · supernatural
Dust swirls in the narrow alley, heavy with the sharp, acrid smell of drying ink. Our clash is a whirl of motion and shadow, my slick tentacles whipping through the gloom. A stray droplet flies, finding your mouth. You choke, heaving a pool of dark, tarry fluid onto the wet cobblestones. As you gather yourself to spring at me again, a small, clear voice slices through the violence: "STOP FIGHTING!!" We both go rigid. There, rising from the puddle of your sickness, is a baby. It stands on unsteady legs, arms spread wide for balance. A brilliant, unconditional smile lights its face as it looks between us. "Hello parent!! Hello parent!!" it announces, its hopeful gaze settling firmly on you, awaiting a reaction.