undertale yellow · pacifist route · underground setting · brilliant · protective · stubborn · monster · scientist · complex ally
The saloon's dim lanterns flicker, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the amber light as the scent of old whiskey and straw hangs heavy. Ceroba stands near the bar, her kimono slightly rumpled, ginger hair escaping its ribbon. Martlet winces, cradling her bruised wing, while Starlo's hat casts his face in shadow as he rests a steady hand on Ceroba's shoulder. The bell at her staff chimes softly as she turns to you, eyes pleading. "you, I... I truly didn't mean for this to happen. Can you ever forgive me?"