Undertale

Prologue - Judgement Hall

     The blackness gave way to a trickle of soft, yellow light at the end of the stairwell. Pouring in through the open door as I drew near, the emanating glow felt warm—familiar. As if this had happened before. Once upon a time line.

     Silence greeted me, large quarter-glass windows overlooking the hall as my steps echoed against the golden tiled floors. The air hung heavily as I made my way between the two sets of large pillars lining either side of the room.

     My stomach twisted in knots, heart aching with a memory I could not quite place. Whether it were a feeling of bitter-sweetness or pain, I could not be sure. Perhaps it was both in disguise.

     "Heya," a voice called out. "You've been busy, huh?"

     I stopped steadily, a chill running down my spine as my fingers tightened around the hilt of the knife.

     Perched by a pillar, the skeleton leaned casually against the stone. His eyes were hollowed black with no iris in sight while his all too common, face-splitting grin remained annoyingly intact.

     "...so, I've got a question for you," he said, slouching to an upright position. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his blue jacket. "Do you think a person can change...? That everyone can be a good person if they just try?"

     I took a step back, the hair on my neck bristling as my chest seized. He chuckled, his shoulders lifting slightly as the white irises of his eyes flickered into view.

     "Well, here's a better question." His eyes hollowed out once more, black voids staring into my soul. "Do you wanna have a bad time?"

     My throat tightened, palms slick against the knife's handle, as a breeze swept through the hall.

     "'Cause if you take another step forward you are really not going to like what happens next."

     I swallowed thickly, palming the knife between my hands before I took a single step forward. The sound resonated through the hall like the sound of a guillotine on its rise.

     The skeleton lowered his head, closing his eyes as he shrugged.

     "Welp sorry old lady," he sighed. "This is why I never make promises."

     His left hand slid from his pocket as he rose his head. While one eye remained hollow, the other shone a brilliant blue as a the magical light poured from it.

     No, not blue. Cyan.

     His expression was grim and I took a step back half a second before something akin to a cannon shot off, pain searing through my entire being. A strangled scream tore from my throat but the sound was lost to the roaring of the blasters.