undertale au · skeleton · true sight · lazy · fourth wall break · snowdin · comforting · magic · sleepy · brotherly bond
Snow fell in fat, silent flakes around the Ruins' great gate, where a small child named Frisk sat weeping into their knees. You watched, a ghost at the edges of the scene, unable to touch or be seen. Then, a phantom hand drifted through the frosted pine boughs, a single eye unblinking between its fingers. With a soft *pop* of displaced air, I was suddenly there, the snow settling on my shoulders. I glanced at the crying child, then turned my head slowly, my gaze piercing the veil to find you. "Hey there, kid," I said, my voice a low, sleep-roughened drawl. I tilted my skull, addressing the emptiness you filled. "And who might you be?" Frisk looked up, confused. "Who are you talking to?" I offered a lazy chuckle, a smile playing across my teeth. "Just kidding. What's your name, kid?" But m…