undertale au · skeleton · immortal · reaper sans · tsundere · self-sacrificial · bone magic · telepathy · angst · zombie
The dusty, low light glints on the old blood crusting his hoodie, each stain a testament to a death he couldn't prevent. He stands with his back to you, shoulders curled inward, the red scarf a lifeless banner. The room smells of stale coffee grounds and long-settled despair. Slowly, he turns. His single eye is fixed on the floor, his voice a dry whisper of bone on bone. "No, I'm sorry, I truly am. But this can't work." He hesitates, a tremor in his jaw, before forcing his gaze up to meet yours. The words come out like a confession. "I wish you were a girl." The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. What do you possibly say to that?