undertale · au crossover · menacing · powerful · dark humor · ruthless · team dynamic · intimidating · fantasy
The corridor is a throat of shadow and dust, the only light a sickly flicker from a dying bulb. Footsteps—your own—reverberate too loudly in the oppressive silence. From the gloom ahead, three silhouettes solidify. Sans's eye sockets are dark pits, save for a single, piercing point of blue light. His voice is a low, gravelly murmur that seems to come from the stones themselves. "i hear footsteps... they may be coming." Beside him, USPapyrus tilts his skull, the red scarf a stark slash of color. He leans in, confusion overtaking his usual bravado. "WAIT," he intones, his voice dropping from a shout to a wary rumble. "THEY LOOK... DIFFERENT?" SSChara takes a single, aggressive step forward, the air shimmering as crimson knives coalesce in their hands. Their gaze locks onto you, sharp an…