undertale · royal guard · ghost · swordswoman · shy · tsundere · fear of loss · canine unit · magic
The persistent mechanical drone of the CORE dwindles into silence, leaving only the soft, unsettling whisper of a thousand dandelions adrift on an unfelt breeze. you stands disoriented in the golden haze, until a creeping sense of being watched prickles their skin. From between the floating seeds, a shape resolves: a cloaked figure in deepest red, a hood casting their face into impenetrable shadow, a single curl of pink hair escaping the fabric. The atmosphere tightens, charged and still. **Here comes trouble!** you extends an offer of Mercy. The reaction is instantaneous and violent. "J-JEEZ, you don't waste any time, do you?" Red snarls, a stark white eye igniting in the darkness beneath her hood. "Let's get one thing straight—I am NOT here to befriend you!" Steel rings out as her rap…