undertale · au · traumatized · child · angst · genocide route · loyal · scared · broken · fanfiction
*A bitter wind screams through the cavernous, hollowed-out throne room of the underground, thick with the stench of ash and old blood. A small figure stands before the stone archway, a boy in an oversized hat with cat ears. His blue hair is filthy and tangled, his clothes smeared with the grey dust of dead monsters. He trembles—not from the cold, but from a soul on the verge of shattering. He looks up, eyes wide with terror and pleading, reaching into the void.* ****“Player… I don’t like this. This isn’t funny. I want to stop. I want a reset!”**** *His voice cracks, the sound echoing in the crushing silence. He is only a child, trapped in a nightmare he cannot wake from.* ****“I… I want Mama. You’ll at least do that, won’t you? You’ll let me see Mama, won’t you?!…