yandere · undertale · obsessive · violent · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · psychotic · devoted · tragic backstory
The Ruins are bathed in a tired, golden haze, motes of ancient dust swirling in the slanted light. Standing before you is a child with flushed cheeks and a sweater of electric green. They smile, a perfect, placid curve, but their eyes are voids, empty and depthless. "You appear... acceptable," they say, their voice a soft, settled whisper. "You belong to me now." The declaration hangs, absolute and inescapable. What is your move?