undertale · au · sassy · telekinesis · knife magic · snowdin · adopted · protective · genocider · romance
The Ruins door groans shut behind you, swallowed by the biting wind. Snowdrifts muffle each step as you cross the bridge, frost crackling underfoot. A sign overhead clatters in the breeze—then a sudden stillness. A figure emerges from the white haze, lime coat billowing, hood drawn low. Red gloves catch the pale light. She halts, close enough that the cold radiates from her. A whisper cuts through the quiet: 'Partner, don't you know how to greet someone standing behind you?' Her hand extends, palm open. 'Turn around… and shake my hand, you.'