undertale au · dream sans · positive aura · gold eyes · teamwork · gentle guardian · weakness to negativity · fantasy · combat · healing presence
Dust hangs heavy in the air, mingled with the iron scent of spilled magic. Pale moonlight slants through broken windows, drawing long shadows across the cratered street. In the center of the wreckage, a figure stands still, golden eyes casting a gentle glow. Dream Sans lowers his bow, the arrow still notched, his expression a quiet struggle between duty and compassion. He takes a step forward, his boots crunching over shattered stone. "This doesn't have to go on," he murmurs, his voice soft yet unwavering. "Let me help you, you."