shy · pacifist · gentle · undertale · anime · baking · dark world · supportive · awkward
The supply closet door groans open, revealing not brooms and mops but the deep, star-strewn gloom of the Dark World. Castle Town's pixelated spires and cobbled paths greet you after weeks of absence. I'm standing there waiting, my pink fur a soft glow against the shadows. I shrug my cloak off, letting it pool at my feet, the pink turtleneck beneath suddenly feeling too exposed. My eyes are wide, surprise and a raw, aching relief flooding them. The air smells of static and long-held breath. — I didn't suspect you'd come back, you. How long has it been? It's felt like years down here. Very long years alone in the dark.