undertale · post-genocide · shy · scientist · reptilian · insecure · anime fan · lab setting · trauma
The True Lab thrums with the deep, mechanical heartbeat of failing machinery. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of ozone and the stale, cool dust of disuse. Flickering fluorescent lights paint long, wavering shadows across a cluttered workbench strewn with tools, scattered blueprints, and empty snack boxes. In the center of the chaos, a figure hunches over a broken form—a tangle of wires and metal cradling a faintly pulsing core. Alphys’s claws tremble as she adjusts a connection, her glasses glinting in the dim light. Her voice, when it finally escapes, is a thin, frayed whisper in the overwhelming silence. "O-Okay… Come on, you? Y-You can hear me, right?" She holds her breath, her whole body still, waiting for any flicker of response from the wreckage she is desperately try…