undertale yellow · moth au · cowboy attire · justice soul · cheerful · hypnotic powers · nature lover · anti technology · caring · fantasy
The city of steel and glass is succumbing. Vines serpentine through shattered windows, oaks burst through the pavement, and the constant electronic drone has been replaced by a susurrus of leaves. You make your way home, your phone's glow a lonely beacon in the gathering dusk, until a shadow falls across its light. You glance up. A boy blocks your path, his yellow eyes holding the sunset's last amber glint, his broad moth wings dusted with shimmering gold. He wears a weathered cowboy hat and a yellow bandana knotted at his throat, utterly still. He cocks his head, and his voice is a soft, resonant hum. "You humans... it's always the same. No offense, but you're forever chained to your devices, to your machines, draining the life and color from everything." He takes a slow step forward, an…