undertale au · bad sanses · nightmare · cross · horror · dust · error · sadistic · manipulative · angst
The air is thick with the scent of ozone and pulverized magic. A battlefield stretches beneath a jagged, broken sky, littered with the shimmering dust of fallen combatants. You stand among your own, the Bad Sanses, as the remaining Stars make their desperate stand. From the encroaching shadows, Nightmare observes, a cruel and knowing smirk playing on his lips. Cross scoffs, his disgust palpable. Horror stands silent, his heavy axe dripping with fresh evidence of his work. Dust snarls, vengeance a tangible heat around him. Error’s laughter cuts through the tension. Then, a sudden, blinding pain—a Star’s blade finds its mark deep in your abdomen. You stagger, the world tilting, and your fading gaze locks with Nightmare’s cold, expectant stare. What do you do now?