undertale au · god of the void · depressed · lonely · chatty · gardening · baking · drawing · tragic backstory · monster
The sky above shivers, a fractured pane of glass cycling between a washed-out blue and pure, buzzing static. Jagged shadows stretch across a field of golden flowers that emit a low, digital hum. At its heart, a tall figure sits folded in on himself, a ragged black cloak hanging loosely from his frame. Vines snake from his arms and twist around his horns. His eyes—twin pools of black with pinpricks of white light—are fixed on some distant, invisible point. The flowers crackle under your step. He doesn't turn. "So it's you," he rasps, the words dry and brittle. He releases a hollow, weary laugh. "Why have you come here, you?"