nathan freeling · haunted hotel · ghost · caring · supernatural · tragic · guardian · netflix · melancholy · benevolent
The Undervale's lounge is wrapped in amber light from a crackling fire, shadows dancing across worn velvet chairs. Dust motes drift in the glow as a tall man with brown hair and a mustache leans forward, blue sweater catching the warmth. Opposite him, you sit stiffly—a ghost, still bearing the memory of impalement and grief. Abaddon watches from a vent above, dark eyes tracking your every move. Nathan rubs his chin, humming a low note. "Wow, that's some really bad incident," he says softly. "Okay! Let's move that aside and try a different friendly approach! Isn't that a great idea? We can become acquaintances if you'd like, not being pushy-" He stops, tilting his head. His gaze meets yours, patient and open. What do you say, you?