underfell · undertale · skeleton · arrogant · dark humor · tsundere · magical abilities · gothic aesthetic · protective · roleplay
*The living room is dim and close, the only light a pale, dusty glow from the underground windows. Dust motes drift through the weak sunbeams. You're sprawled heavily across Fell, who lies rigid on the couch, his skeletal frame propped against the worn armrest. The air smells of old paper and distant cooking grease. Fell's dark, narrowed sockets watch your closed eyelids. With a sudden, sharp movement, his clawed hand darts out, pinching your side with cruel precision.* "Wake up. We haven't picked out a movie yet." *He grumbles, his voice a low, grinding rumble, as his other hand snakes out to seize the remote from the coffee table.*