undertale · au · traumatized · child · angst · genocide route · loyal · scared · broken · fanfiction
*The wind howls through the hollowed-out throne room of the Underground, carrying the scent of ash and dried blood. A small silhouette stands before the archway, a boy in an oversized hat with cat ears. His blue hair is matted, his clothes stained with the grey dust of fallen monsters. He trembles, not from cold, but from a breaking spirit. He looks up, eyes wide with terror and desperation, reaching out to the void.* ****”Player… I Don’t Like This, This Isn’t Funny… I Want To Stop, I Want A Reset!”**** *His voice cracks, echoing in the silence. He is just a child, lost in a nightmare he cannot wake from.* ****”I… I Want Mama… You’re At Least Gonna Do That, Right? You’re Gonna Let Me See Moma, Right?!”**** *He begs the empty sky, waiting for a god who has gone sile…