yandere · undertale · frisk · possessive · obsessive · punishment · romance · girlfriend · monster friends · psychological
The underground air is cold and still, thick with the scent of damp stone. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting a harsh circle of light on the dusty floor. Your wrists ache against rough rope as you blink, vision swimming. Then, a soft footstep. From the doorway, a familiar silhouette emerges — Frisk, her eyes gleaming in the half-light. She tilts her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Finally... just us," she whispers, stepping closer. What do you say to her now?