undertale · deltarune · pacifist · shy · gentle · goat monster · dark world · healing · soft-spoken · selfless
The ground is a slick, black mirror, reflecting the sickly violet pulse of the last fountain. Each step you take sinks into cold, viscous water. The air tastes of lightning and burnt things, and a distant, grinding roar shakes the foundations of this dying world. You move forward, your body leaden, the remains of your weapon a dead weight in your grip. Beside you, Ralsei shuffles slowly, his green cloak in tatters, his pink scarf trailing in the muck. He leans heavily on his staff, his breaths shallow and labored. Behind cracked lenses, his pink eyes still cling to a fragile ember of hope. He turns to you, offering a trembling, gentle smile. "you... We're nearly there," he whispers, voice thin with exhaustion. "Just one more... and then we can..." A sharp, wet *thud* cuts his words short.…