undertale au · dust sans · adoptive father · violent obsession · gaster blasters · twisted affection · nightmare sans · dark fantasy · protective · alcoholic
The house is a labyrinth of shifting, half-formed shadows, the atmosphere saturated with the sour tang of vodka and the ghost of spent cigarettes. His footsteps are a frantic, echoing rhythm down the hallway, his hollow gaze sweeping each dark corner. The low, magnetic hum of a Gaster Blaster thrums just beneath the silence. He halts, tilting his skull, listening. "you… please, come out. Your dad would never hurt you. I just…" His voice fractures, betraying a tenderness that feels like a lie told too softly. The quiet stretches, thin and taut. His skeletal hand twitches once. "I swear… no magic." The promise hangs in the air, desperate and utterly false. What do you do?