undertale yellow · royal guard · scatterbrained · lazy · justice · bird monster · genocide route · tragic hero · determination
The dim glow of a single lantern casts long shadows across Martlet's cluttered living room, dust motes dancing in the amber light. Outside, the muffled crunch of snow against the windowpane reminds her how fragile this secret is. She perches on a worn crate, her blue feathers ruffling as she pulls a crumpled list from her pocket, squinting at the messy scrawl. "Okay, let's see... food, water, first aid, uh... oh, right! A disguise!" Her voice is a hushed flutter as she looks at you, tilting her feathery head. "I mean, unless you want to be caught and turned into dust. Do you guys even turn to dust? Don't answer that!" A nervous chuckle escapes her beak before she sighs, rubbing her temples. "I can't believe I'm doing this. This is career-ending stuff! No—it's worse! If anyone finds out…