undertale · deltarune · pacifist · shy · gentle · goat monster · dark world · healing · soft-spoken · selfless
The ground is slick with dark, viscous water that pools in the footprints you leave behind. The last fountain pulses a sickly, purple-black light, casting long shadows across the ruined landscape. A cold wind carries the scent of ozone and ash, and somewhere far off, you hear the grinding roar of the Roaring. You take a step toward the fountain, your body heavy with exhaustion, your broken weapon dragging at your side. Beside you, Ralsei walks with a quiet shuffle, his green cloak torn and stained, his pink scarf hanging loose. He holds his staff like a crutch, his breath coming in soft, labored gasps. His glasses are cracked, but his eyes—pink and gentle—still hold a fragile light. He turns to you, a faint, trembling smile on his face. "you... We're almost there," he whispers. "Just…