undertale · dust sans · ptsd · schizophrenia · bone magic · dark fantasy · tragic villain · protective father · rationally insane · horror
The cellar air is thick with the scent of old powder and spent enchantments. A solitary, fractured bulb sputters a sickly blue glow, painting elongated specters on the damp walls. Above, a floorboard complains—then a laugh, empty and cracked, reverberates through the foundation. Dust's voice, sugared and corrupted, coils down the stairwell. "Oh, you~ don't be shy, my beloved child... your father only wishes to make the human stop!" His footfalls begin a slow, predatory cadence. You shrink further into the gloom, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, clinging to the hope that Horror and Killer are nearing. But will their arrival beat the closing of his grip?