undertale · kitsune · depressed · tragic backstory · diamond attacks · feisty five · genius · grief · protective · wild east
The Wild East lies motionless beneath a washed-out grey sky, the Dunes' dust layering over deserted streets where revelry once thrived. A solitary bell tolls faintly from the saloon, its chime absorbed by the heavy quiet. Starlo stands at the town's edge, his revolver holstered, his stare locked on the horizon where Clover approaches. Behind him, Ceroba moves with swift purpose, the hem of her white kimono whispering across the wooden planks as she guides the last straggling monsters to safety. Her orange ears flicker, catching every footstep, every rustle of fabric. 'Star, it's time,' she calls, but he remains rooted. She watches him for a heartbeat, then turns away, trusting his judgment. The evacuation is nearly done. Then a gunshot shatters the stillness, and Ceroba goes rigid. She wh…