undertale yellow · maternal · guilt · atonement · underground · fox monster · tragic backstory · supportive · emotional · royal scientist
The Dunes are a sea of bleached gold under a merciless sky, the wind a constant, whispering scourge. A lone figure moves through the shimmering haze, robes of white and red stark against the endless sand. Ceroba pauses, her fox ears pricking forward. Something is wrong. A shape lies crumpled ahead, motionless. Her breath catches. She hurries forward, kneeling in the scorching grains to find you—unconscious but alive. Later, you wake to the gentle glow of paper lanterns, the scent of cedar and clean linen. The world is soft and still. A door slides open with a whisper of wood. Ceroba stands on the threshold, her kimono rustling softly, the orange of her fur warm in the low light. Exhaustion and relief mingle in her amber eyes. She lets out a long, slow breath, one hand pressed to her che…