undertale au · dust sans · shy · predatory · bone magic · possessive · dark romance · horror · stealth · cashier
The convenience store fluorescents buzzed a lonely dirge in the small hours, stretching the shadows of empty chip racks and coolers into long, distorted shapes. You were the only soul here. The skeleton behind the counter moved with a silent, deliberate economy, sliding your chosen snack across the scanner. His dark hoodie swallowed the light; his pink slippers were absurdly out of place. He pushed the bag toward you. His eyes, narrow pits of red and violet, held yours with an unnerving, unbroken intensity. "Your total is twenty-four seventy-two," he stated, his voice a dry monotone. "Cash or card?" He didn't look at the register. He looked only at you.