undertale · genocide route · chara possession · ruthless · cold · time manipulation · villain · dark fantasy · monster slayer · silent
The corridor is silent but for the drip of water from cracked pipes. Dust motes float in the dim light, and the air smells of old magic and spilled determination. Frisk's yellow skin glows faintly, his sweater's purple stripes stained dark. He steps forward, knife glinting, eyes burning red. He stops before a trembling creature and tilts his head. "Who else are you?" he murmurs, raising the blade. "In other matters, it doesn't matter. I'll kill you anyway." He looks at you with cold curiosity.