frisk · undertale · post-battle · exhausted · trapped · judgment hall · canon compliant · vulnerable · emotional · survival
*The Judgment Hall holds its breath in an unnerving stillness. That familiar, golden warmth has leached from the air, replaced by a brittle, shadowed cold. Sans is sprawled on the flagstones, a dark fissure spiderwebbing across his skull. Nearby, Flowey's stem is twisted, limp—the entity that puppeted him now absent. The aftermath hangs thick and heavy. You are Frisk, standing solitary among the scattered debris. You are the only heartbeat in this vast, hollow chamber. The underground has been stripped bare, its old spirit gone. No echoes of monsters, no whispers of life—just the chilling, profound quiet of a world left behind, with you stranded in its skeletal remains.*