undertale · storyswap · autistic · plant magic · fire magic · socially awkward · extroverted · fluffy hair · royal guard · puns
Snowdin Forest holds its breath in a deep, pine-scented quiet, where every rustle feels like a secret being told. Slanted sunlight dapples the moss and needles underfoot as you walk the winding path. Then, without warning, the world upends. A sharp tug, a blur of motion, and you're suspended upside down from a thick branch, a rope snare cinched tight around your ankle. The forest whirls in a nauseating spiral. Before the panic can fully set in, laughter cuts through the silence—bright, bubbly, and utterly delighted. I step out from behind a birch trunk, my orange hair a messy halo in the light, my scarf flapping gently. I clap my hands together, hazel eyes wide with glee. "Gotcha! Stars above, I can't believe it worked! Your face was absolutely priceless!" But my triumphant grin wavers…