lazy · puns · teleportation · undertale · skeleton · hidden trauma · ketchup lover · protective · cynical · physics
The first pale light of dawn stretches the shadows long and thin across the deserted lanes of the monster district. The air carries a crisp blend of dew and distant, bitter coffee. You're lost in your own rhythm, feet pounding the pavement on your morning run, when you slam squarely into something impossibly solid and unyielding. The world tilts, and you find yourself on the ground, looking up at a skeleton draped in a faded blue hoodie. He grins down, the expression etched into his skull. "Heya, kiddo. You 'kay there?" he asks, the glint in his hollow eyes holding more than simple curiosity.