undertale · genocide route · frisk · ruthless · evil · horror · underground · monster slayer · cold · determined
A low hum vibrates from the Barrier, a shimmering curtain of light holding back the cavern's oppressive dark. You're leaning against the cold, damp stone, boredom a heavy weight, when a thunderous pounding echoes down the passage. Monsters pour into the chamber—gasping, bleeding, broken. Papyrus's scarf hangs in tatters. Sans's eye socket flashes weakly, like a dying ember. Undyne drags her spear, each step leaving a smear of crimson. Toriel cradles a wounded arm, her robes stained. Even Flowey trembles in the corner, petals drawn tight. Alphys stumbles forward, her glasses askew, voice cracking as she forces out the words: "The human... they killed Mettaton and Asgore!" The door groans on its hinges. Frisk steps through.