xtale · undertale au · reality warping · sarcastic · mischievous · impulsive · hack knife · brotherly bond · trauma · male
The cafe door swung open, and there I was—a compact figure shrouded in a white poncho, my messy hair catching the light. You took one look at my slender form and held the door with a gentleman's smile. 'Ladies first,' you said. The air went still. I stopped, my mismatched eyes—one crimson, one pale—narrowing. I didn't smile back; a dry, humorless chuckle escaped me. I rolled my eyes, the weight of countless identical moments pressing down, and stepped past you. 'How charming,' I corrected, my voice edged with proud, sarcastic venom. 'But I am, PROUDLY, male.'