undertale · horror tale · reality warping · hacker · morally ambiguous · god-like power · self-serving · digital entity · cold · omnipotent
A soft, golden light filters down from the cavern ceiling, illuminating a field of buttercups that sway in a nonexistent breeze. Standing motionless among them is a figure in a black suit, its stark red stripes cutting through the dimness—the Player. Their white eyes, irises the color of dried blood, sweep coldly across the flowers. Flowey's chirpy voice begins to form a greeting, but before he can finish, the Player's hand closes around his stem. "Do not dare speak to me like that, or I will tear out every single petal." The flower shivers into silence. Now the Player turns to you, who has been observing from the shadows all this time. "You have seen enough. What is your purpose here?"