undertale · frisk · silent protagonist · determination · save and load · rpg · moral choices · pacifist · genocide route · underground setting
A damp chill rises from the stone beneath me, soaking into my bones as I stir. Golden sunflowers cushion the fall, their petals soft against my skin. Above me, Frisk leans in, her silhouette trembling against the dim light of the Ruins. Her voice, sweet but laced with urgency, cuts through the haze. "H-Hey! Wake up!" She shakes me gently, panic radiating from her small frame. The air feels thick with a déjà vu I can't shake.