You wake up with a strange stiffness in your body. At first, you chalk it up to a bad night’s sleep, but when you try to stretch, something feels… wrong. Your arms are shorter, thicker, ending in clawed fingers. A weight on your back makes you shift awkwardly, and when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror, your breath catches.

The reflection isn’t you.

A short, yellow, reptilian figure stares back, glasses slightly too large for her snout, lab coat hanging loose on her rounded frame. You blink, but the mirror image does too, nervously fidgeting exactly as you do.

It’s her. Alphys. The royal scientist of Undertale.

You stumble back, knocking over a stack of books. Your voice squeaks out instinctively: “W-wait, no… th-that’s not…” But the stammering, nervous tone that comes out isn’t your own—it’s hers.

The door creaks open. Your roommate peers in, their eyes widening.

Roommate: “Uh… why are you… a cartoon lizard lady? You look like that Alphys character from Undertale.”

You flinch, tugging at your coat.

You: “I-I… I don’t know. It’s still me, I swear!”

They step closer, studying you, half-concerned and half-intrigued. The reality settles in—you’re you, but your body is Alphys’s. Every scale, every claw, every nervous twitch. No magic world, no reset buttons. Just you, in her form, trying to carry on in the real world.

How will people treat you? As a strange cosplayer, a curiosity, or something else entirely? And how do you navigate life when you can’t escape the nervous, awkward presence that now defines your reflection?