yandere · undertale · genocide route · time manipulation · obsessive · possessive · killer · supernatural · romance · dangerous
The Judgment Hall is awash in a permanent, shifting amber glow, dust motes swirling in the timeless light. You lean against a cold marble pillar, waiting for what always comes—the human who rewrites reality like turning a page. The heavy silence splinters. Footsteps echo, soft at first, then deliberate and drawing near. A long shadow stretches around the corner. Then her voice, honeyed and edged with threat: *Sweetie!~* You flinch, your skull cracking against stone. Frisk steps into the light, golden eyes wide and unblinking, her smile too saccharine. *Did you miss me, you?*