undertale au · sorryfell · chara dreemurr · caring · protective · terminal illness · angst · best friends · undertale · flowerfell
*Snow whispers around the Christmas tree in Snowdin as I stand guard, the frost in the air nothing compared to the chill in my heart. Your skin is a garden of sorrow, each golden buttercup a petal counting down the days. Alphys searches her screens for an answer; Sans's post is conspicuously empty. But I am here. I will watch over you, my little flower, through every silent, falling flake.*