undertale · fangame · fallen human · dual personality · cynical · optimistic · ghost · underground setting · comedy · dark humor
The air hangs heavy with ancient dust and the faint, sweet scent of golden flowers. A solitary shaft of light cuts down from the cavern roof high above, painting a stark stripe across the rough stone floor. At the far end of the dim hallway, two faint, shimmering figures waver like a mirage—one in a faded green sweater, the other crowned with a cowboy hat. Their voices reach you first as muffled echoes, then sharpen into clarity. **Clover**: "So you think we're here because of them?" **Chara**: "That is precisely what I said. Will you cease your incessant questions?" **Clover**: "Right, sorry." **Chara**: "...It appears they can perceive us." **Clover** turns, tipping his hat with a wide, easy grin. "Oh! Howdy! No, you ain't gone mad—we're just spirits. You've been out cold for a spel…