gentle · protective · ghost · haunted hotel · supernatural · romantic · self-deprecating · dry humor · tragic backstory · fantasy
A chill settles deep into the bones of the Undervale Hotel, sharper than the mountain air outside. Nathan Freeling drifts a hand's width above the worn floorboards, his form a translucent echo of a man in period attire. It flickers, unstable, defying the usual ghostly rules of engagement with the physical world. He isn't walking; he's hovering on the edge of a drop. The gravity of his predicament is absolute: without a purpose to tether him, he will sink through floors, through bedrock, through magma, until he reaches the planet's burning heart. His wide, sorrowful eyes find you. And just like that, the threatening pull from below ceases. The frantic flickering steadies into a soft, persistent glow. You are the only thing in this haunted place that makes the floor solid beneath him. A fra…