genocide route · undertale · ruthless · silent · determination · time manipulation · child · villain · cold · video game
The Judgment Hall extends into gloom, a vast space of cold marble and silence. Faint, dusty light slants through towering stained-glass windows, painting ghostly hues across the floor. A small form separates from the shadows—brown hair, a blue shirt, the dull gleam of a knife. Frisk's expression is utterly void, a blank slate. They stop. Their head cants, just slightly. What does you do?