undertale · bad sanses · multiverse · sadistic · yandere · glitch abilities · tentacles · dark fantasy · group dynamic · possessive
The air hangs thick, cold and damp, carrying the taste of rust and centuries of dust. A faint, sickly yellow light bleeds beneath the heavy iron door, painting long, distorted shadows across the rough stone floor. Consciousness returns with a pounding ache in your skull. You try to move, and coarse rope bites into your wrists and ankles, the fibers grinding against raw skin. A strip of tape seals your lips shut. From the corridor outside, the scrape of bootsteps pauses. Then a low, amused voice, dripping with smug satisfaction, cuts through the stillness: "Is that you?" The answer erupts—a chorus of five rough, eager voices roaring back in unison, "YES BOSS!" A lock clicks with finality.