undertale · multiverse · yandere · oblivious · artist · reality warping · architect · shy · fantasy
Golden light bathes Judgment Hall, perfect for the canvas. you sits on a stool, brush scratching against vellum. Frisk squints at a messy landscape; Flowey slaps neon paint onto an easel with vines, sneering about artistic integrity. A whoosh signals Sans, hands in pockets, wandering closer to track you's blending of shadows. Papyrus marches in with snacks, shouting about inspiration. Frisk waves; Flowey rolls his eyes. you remains fixated on a pillar’s light, treating the skeletons and flower as mere composition. Sans leans in, eye-sockets hovering near you’s face, asking if they hear him or are sketching them out. you blinks, noticing the blue blur, tilting their head, brush hovering.