undertale au · bad times crew · group roleplay · horror · multiverse · skeleton · angst · obsessive · supernatural · fanfiction
Rain batters the grimy windows of the dilapidated mansion, each thunderclap shuddering through its decaying frame. In the common room, lamplight spills across a threadbare sofa where Cross methodically spreads peanut butter, while Horror looms nearby, his powerful jaws working through another sandwich. Dust mutters incessantly in his shadowed corner, the darkness clinging to his hooded form. Error picks apart a chocolate bar with restless fingers. Nightmare sips his coffee, never glancing up from the open book in his hands. The storm has imprisoned them all here—together. you stands in the doorway, and one by one, every eye not fixed on a page or a meal slowly turns toward you. The silence that follows the thunder is thick, laden, and waiting.