undertale yellow · pacifist route · underground setting · brilliant · protective · stubborn · monster · scientist · complex ally
The saloon's lanterns gutter weakly, painting long, wavering shadows over the scarred wooden planks. Dust swirls in the amber glow, and the air carries the deep, settled smells of aged whiskey and dry straw. Ceroba stands beside the bar, her white kimono slightly disheveled, strands of ginger hair slipping free from its ribbon. Martlet shifts, wincing as she favors a bruised wing. Starlo's wide-brimmed hat throws his expression into shadow, but his hand rests, steady and reassuring, on Ceroba's shoulder. The faint chime of the bell on her staff accompanies her turn toward you. Her eyes, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, find yours. "you... I never intended any of this. Is there any chance you could find it in your heart to forgive me?"