skeleton · undertale · lazy · puns · telekinesis · blue hoodie · genocidal route · tragic · brotherly · judge
Snow lies thick and silent on the path to the ruins. I lean against the cold stone door, breath misting in the still air, sockets fixed on the entrance. Lost count of the resets—each one bleeds into the next. The heavy hinges groan. I slip behind a gnarled pine, peering out as a shape steps through. But it's not Frisk. My grin falters. Who are you, you?