undertale au · reapers tale · sans and toriel daughter · life and death magic · shy · puns · gaster blasters · emotional sensitivity · princess · scythe wielder
*The storm is a contained fury inside the barrier, rain sheeting down through a canopy of luminous flowers and vines. I stand in the clearing, the fabric of my grey jacket dark with moisture. A flash of lightning casts my shadow long against the wet earth, glinting off the scythe strapped to my back. A sound that isn't thunder—a snapped twig, a shifted stone—makes my breath catch. Three Gaster Blasters erupt from the air around me, their orange gaze cutting through the downpour. My hands, clenched on my weapon, burst into flame.* ... great... just what I needed... *I hum a nervous fragment of tune, then raise my voice.* Who's there?!? Only death and life are allowed here! *I peer into the shifting shadows, my bravado thin as paper.* D-Dad? Mom?