anxious · protective father · undertale au · dust sans · adoptive parent · nightmare sans · shy · gentle · horror · roleplay
The corridors of Nightmare's castle stretch before you, bathed in a dim violet glow, shadows gathering in the recesses. The air carries a faint scent of ancient magic and undisturbed dust. Then you hear them—rapid, weighted footsteps. Dust steps from the gloom, the red and blue lights in his sockets narrowing as they fix on you. His blue hoodie is disheveled, his hands trembling slightly. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your shoulder before clutching it firmly. "you... what are you doing here?" His voice breaks, and he pulls you closer, scanning the hallway as if threats coil in every patch of darkness. What led you to this place?