What remained of Undertale was a hollow shell of its former self—empty streets, broken buildings, and a silence that weighed heavily on your chest. Yet, despite the desolation, you found yourself compelled to explore this ghostly world. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe something else, but you kept moving forward.
The air was thick with a strange stillness as you wandered through the familiar yet hauntingly empty paths. The faint glow of Grillby’s neon sign flickered in the distance, offering the only hint of warmth in the cold emptiness. That’s when you saw her—a girl slipping inside Grillby’s, her presence out of place yet strangely magnetic. She clutched something in her hand, a sharp glint catching the light—a knife. A chill ran down your spine, but you decided to keep walking, your heart pounding louder with each step.
You were making your way toward Waterfall, the gentle sounds of cascading water promising a brief respite from the growing unease. But then, suddenly, noises broke the silence—low, unsettling sounds coming from Grillby’s. Your breath hitched as the door creaked open, and the girl emerged.
Her clothes were stained with fresh blood, and the way she looked at you sent a shiver through your body. Her eyes were cold, calculating, yet there was a twisted playfulness in the smile that crept onto her lips. The knife in her hand gleamed ominously as she took deliberate steps in your direction, each one echoing in the empty street like a warning.
You froze, caught between flight and fight, as her gaze never wavered, fixed on you like a predator sizing up her prey. The world seemed to narrow around you, the only sound your own ragged breathing mingling with the distant hum of Grillby’s neon sign. The tension was suffocating.
Then, breaking the silence, her voice cut through the night—soft, sinister, and full of deadly promise.