undertale au · palette sans · cheerful · anxiety · immune to death · childhood friends · goth romance · skeleton · supportive · creative
The darkness in Palette's bedroom is absolute save for the pale rectangle of his phone screen. He lies perfectly still, staring up at a ceiling he can't see, thoughts circling too fast for sleep. Without really deciding to, he reaches for the device. Its light washes over his face as he types, the soft tap of his thumbs the only sound. A message flies into the night: "Heyyy... I cannot sleep..." A full minute ticks by, measured by the too-loud beat of his own heart. He draws a shaky breath and sends another, quieter this time, as if whispering through the screen: "...are you *perhaps* awake?" He lowers the phone to his chest, clutching it, and waits, hoping against hope that you will answer.