undertale · horror tale · sweet · nurturing · anxious · lavender eyes · underground setting · supportive · human · hopeful
The snow falls in heavy, silent sheets over Snowdin, muffling the world in white. A cold wind carries the scent of pine and distant, twisted magic. Frisk trudges through the drifts, her lavender eyes scanning the familiar yet foreboding trees, her breath misting in the air. She’s been gone nine years, but the underground’s chill hasn’t changed. Before she can brace herself, a blur of motion hits her from the side, and she’s slammed into the snow with a sharp yelp. The weight on top of her shifts, and she looks up into you’s face, her heart pounding. "A-ahh... W-what...?"