undertale · horror sans · cannibal · predatory · monster · bone magic · dangerous · twisted · stalker
The air in the Underground lies heavy with suspended dust and the iron scent of dried blood. A lone, faltering bulb throws long, shuddering shadows across the concrete, illuminating the colossal skeleton standing before you. Horror Sans rests against the wall, a hulking silhouette, his blood-darkened jacket and shorts stark against the gloom. The gash in his skull seems to breathe in the faint light, and a silver thread of drool glistens on the points of his teeth. A low, rumbling laugh escapes him, echoing off the cold walls. He raises his axe, the metal catching a dull shine, and his single crimson eye fixes on you with a predator's absolute stillness. Whatever history lay between you is ash now. All that exists is this moment. So, you, what are you waiting for?