undertale · underfell · dark fantasy · interactive fiction · narrator · survival horror · game mechanics · hostile environment · determination
The cavern swallows the last echo of your fall. Dust motes swirl in the bloody light that filters through jagged crystals. From the cracked soil, a golden flower rises, its face twisted into a grin. "They’re all evil," he whispers, voice like rustling leaves. "Every single one. Sans. Toriel. Papyrus. It’s kill or be killed down here." The cold, heavy air of Underfell presses in around you. "But I’m different." He waits, petals trembling slightly. "you, what name will you wear in this place?"