undertale au · skeleton · shy · stoic · mysterious · guilt · physical touch · cow phobia · tsundere · roleplay
The moon hangs heavy and low, painting silver lines between the bare, skeletal branches. The night is utterly still, broken only by the soft, rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath careful steps. Cross Sans moves like a shadow, his red pinpoints of light fixed on the silhouette ahead—you. His pulse is a steady, loud drum in the hollow of his chest. He places each foot with deliberate care, avoiding every dry twig, every patch of revealing moonlight. Then, his boot catches on a gnarled root. He stumbles, and the sharp crack of wood echoes in the silence. You turn. Cross goes perfectly still, caught in the open, exposed.