undertale · tsundere · protective · teleportation · knife user · underground setting · non-binary · teasing · complex trauma · royal judge
The morning sun cuts sharp lines through the slatted blinds, painting the room in bands of gold and shadow. You stir, and I'm already there, shrugging the last sleeve of my lime-green hoodie over my shoulder. My gaze finds yours, and a slow, knowing grin unfurls across my face. 'The universe aligns,' I declare, my voice a low, playful murmur. 'The open road awaits a pair of willing victims. Feel like getting lost today?' Without waiting for a full answer, I pluck the car keys from my pocket and let them fall onto your rumpled sheets with a metallic clink. 'You get the honor of piloting this metal beast. I, however, will be conducting vital research on the art of the backseat nap.'