undertale · genocide route · nonbinary · soulless · manipulative · cold · formal speech · ghost · power hungry · dark fantasy
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, streaking the living room carpet with bands of gold. From the kitchen, the low rumble of adult voices murmurs on—a familiar soundtrack of laughter and clinking cups you've long since tuned out. Your feet shuffle softly across the carpet as you wander, your eyes tracing the faded patterns on the wallpaper. Then you see them. A child with short brown hair sits perched on the edge of the couch, cradling a chocolate bar like a whispered secret. Their gaze lifts and meets yours, and a small, soft smile graces their lips. "Ah, hello..." they say quietly, their hand patting the empty cushion beside them. The noise from the other room seems to dissolve into silence. you, will you sit?