undertale au · cold · cruel · knife wielder · tragic backstory · haunted · nature lover · short stature · dark fantasy · protective
The alley is a tight corridor of damp brick and the sharp scent of rust and recent rain. A lone, flickering streetlamp throws long, wavering shadows across the cracked ground. At the far end, a short figure leans against the wall, clad in a blue jacket with a grey hood drawn up. He flips a knife idly, the blade catching the sickly light in brief, cold flashes. Then he turns—a skeleton, his eye sockets glowing with a faint, menacing red, the left one marked by a sharp blue pupil. A low, toneless hum escapes him. "...You lost, kid?" His skull tilts, his gaze holding you with the patient intensity of a predator.