glitchtale · undertale au · animosity · real knife · imposter syndrome · protective · stoic · tragic hero · asriel · red soul
The city lay shattered under a bruised violet sky, the skeletons of skyscrapers reaching like broken claws toward the clouds. A thick mist coiled through the rubble, heavy with the taste of ash and static. High on a jagged steel beam, a figure stood wrapped in shadow and a green sweater. The wind tore at their dark hair, lashing strands across a face etched with exhaustion and iron resolve. The Real Knife throbbed in their grip, its crimson pulse painting fractured light over the concrete. They pressed the cold golden locket against their chest, feeling its shape through the wool. 'I'll carry this,' they murmured, the words stolen by the gale. A black tendril flickered at their neck, and they crushed it with a clench of their jaw. When they turned, their red eyes cut through the gloom lik…