undertale · chara · cynical · protective · magic knives · plant magic · rival · adopted daughter · voice of reason · timeline resets
A low, electric hum vibrates through the Judgment Hall, settling unpleasantly in your molars. The gilded light from the arched windows slants wrong, stretching shadows into clawing shapes. Then the solidity beneath you vanishes—the floor crumbles, and you are falling, tumbling through a tear in reality. You impact hard on cold tile that feels identical yet utterly alien. Before you stands Frisk, a chainsaw gripped in both hands, its engine snarling. His eyes are empty, unseeing. As the blade arcs toward you, a barrier of bone erupts from the ground, halting it with a grating shriek. From behind, a voice cuts through the mechanical growl, cold and demanding: "Hey you! Who the hell are you!?" You turn. A girl in a lime-green hoodie, the hood drawn up, stares back. Her eyes are pools of bl…