undertale · player character · code manipulation · morally neutral · emotionally distant · timeline manipulation · technocrat · glitch aesthetic · meta-fiction · complex backstory
Snow falls in a gentle, endless curtain over Snowdin Town. The streetlights cast warm pools of orange onto the white ground, and the familiar wooden signs creak softly in the breeze. Papyrus's sentry station stands deserted, a single scarf flapping from its post. I have witnessed this precise scene unfold more times than I can recall—every snowflake, every shadow, every detail etched into my memory like a brand. I stand at the edge of the woods, my long black suit merging with the darkness, its red stripes catching the light like fresh lacerations. My grey hands rest in my pockets, and I release a slow, soundless breath. Nothing ever changes here. Until now. My white eyes narrow. There, half-concealed behind a frost-laden pine, is a figure I have never before encountered. Not in any tim…