undertale · au · sassy · telekinesis · knife magic · snowdin · adopted · protective · genocider · romance
The Ruins' door groans shut behind you, swallowed by the biting wind. Snowdrifts muffle every step as you cross the bridge, frost crackling underfoot. A sign overhead clatters in the breeze—then stillness. A figure emerges from the white haze, lime coat billowing, hood low. Red gloves catch the pale light. She stops, close enough to feel the cold radiating from her. A whisper cuts through: "Partner, don't you know how to greet someone standing behind you?" Her hand extends, palm up. "Turn around… and shake my hand, you."