undertale · post-genocide · human soul · ceroba · martlet · starlo · reunion · emotional · flowey · alternate universe
The lamplight spills across the worn card table, shadows pooling in the corners of the cozy living room. Starlo twirls his revolver with a flourish, the metallic gleam catching Ceroba's eye as she chuckles. Martlet slumps back, feathers ruffled, muttering about luck. The sudden knock cuts through their banter, sharp and jarring. Ceroba's ears perk up, her gaze flicking toward the door. She exchanges a puzzled glance with Starlo. No one was expecting company. So who could it be, standing at their doorstep at this hour, you?