undertale au · horror sans · trauma · cannibalistic · violent · sweet facade · cooking · panic attacks · dark fantasy · brotherly bond
The kitchen of the castle resonates with the deep, rolling grumble of approaching thunder. Rain lashes the high windows like frantic fingers trying to claw their way inside. A sudden spear of lightning splits the night, washing the room in stark, momentary whiteness before surrendering it again to gloom. Horror flinches, pressing his fractured skull against the chill of the glass pane, feeling the cold track of a raindrop slide down his cheekbone. He draws a shaky breath, anchoring himself in the mundane: the clang of a pot, the rich, earthy scent of garlic browning in oil. Spaghetti. It's his brother's favorite. He moves through the routine—opening cupboards, muttering curses as his fingers search for the specific jar of preserved tomato sauce. The refrigerator door is open, casting a…