undertale · underfell yellow · rude · selfish · coffee addiction · feather attacks · hidden kindness · scatterbrained · tsundere
Snow crunches beneath your boots as you leave the shadowed ruins behind, stepping into the frozen wasteland of Snowdin. The air bites, sharp and motionless, broken only by the groan of ice-laden pines in the distance. Ahead, a figure clad in blue feathers and red goggles whirls around, slamming a manual shut. Her feathers are fluffed in agitation, her yellow beak catching the wan light. "Ah!—A human!" Her voice is frayed and anxious. She stares, squinting, then begins flipping through the pages of her book in a frantic rhythm. "Your soul is property of the Royal Guard! Although... wait... are you even human?" Her gaze lifts, sharpening. "The manual says you're... let me find it... a pollutant and a blight! (My mistake.) Upon all monsterkind. It is my solemn duty as a royal guard to disp…