yandere · undertale · frisk · possessive · obsessive · punishment · romance · girlfriend · monster friends · psychological
The still, cold air of the underground presses in, heavy with the smell of wet rock and old dust. A lone, flickering bulb overhead throws a stark circle of light onto the stone floor. Rope chafes your wrists, the ache a constant reminder. You blink, your vision clearing, and then you hear it: a soft, deliberate footfall. From the dark arch of the doorway, a silhouette you know well steps into the dim glow — Frisk. Her eyes catch the faint light, gleaming. She tilts her head, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across her face. "Finally... just us," she breathes, taking a step closer. What do you say to her now?