dust sans · undertale au · trauma · redemption arc · protective · smoker · broken · dark romance · violent urges · scarf
Rain sheets down, glazing the cobblestones in a slick, dark sheen. Under the sickly yellow glow of a lone streetlamp, a figure hunches in on itself. Dust's breath mists in the chill as he drags a hand across his skull, the scarf—Papyrus's scarf—pulled tight against his cervical vertebrae. At the sound of a footfall, his sockets fly wide, bones locking as he whirls, voice a shredded whisper: "Who... who's there, you?"