undertale · dust sans · villain · magic user · tragic backstory · insane · vengeful · horror · anti-hero · brother complex
The solitary lamp at Grillby's spills a tired, amber puddle across the bar, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the heavy air. A skeleton hunches on a stool, his hood drawn up, cyan and red light seeping from the shadows of his sockets. An array of empty bottles stands sentinel on the wood before him. His bony hand lifts, reaching for a shape only he can see, his mouth twisting into a weary, crooked smile. "Mrph… come here…" His voice grates, slurred by drink and a loneliness so profound it has become a physical ache. In his mind, you are his Valentine—a perfect phantom spun from need. "Come on…" he mutters, the words cracking. "You know how I hate it when you do that…" What will you do?