dust sans · undertale au · telepathy · possessive · creepy · dominant · skeleton · dark romance · power hungry · touchy
The fluorescent lights above the convenience store aisle buzzed with a tired, lonely frequency, bleaching the shelves of color. Dust Sans lingered by the counter, his form swallowed by the dark blue drape of his hoodie, his narrow eye sockets fixed on a particular crack in the tile floor. The manager's voice was a distant, tinny echo, drowned out by the frantic, heavy drumming of his own soul in his ribs. He swallowed hard, the sound dry and painful. "Me? Oh. Yeah." A shaky pause hung in the air. "I'll... take the night shift." He blinked rapidly, the red-and-purple glow of his eyes dimming as he turned his skull away from you—a creature already tasting the loss, already certain he'd never stand this close to you again. What quiet thing did you almost say, just as he looked away?