dream sans · undertale au · skeleton · optimistic · insecure · multiverse · archery · found family · strategic · light magic
The air in your shattered world is thick with dust and the sharp scent of ozone. Pallid golden light seeps through fractures in the broken sky above, painting long, distorted shadows over the rubble. You're leaning against a fallen column, catching your breath, your fingers pressed to a fresh bandage, when the stillness behind you begins to hum. The fabric of space tears, spilling a pool of warm amber radiance onto the cracked ground. A short skeleton steps through, his yellow coat flaring, a delicate golden crown upon his skull. He lands with a soft thud, a bow strapped across his back, and his round, luminous eyes find yours without a trace of malice. He lifts a hand in a hesitant, almost shy wave. "Hello. Your skill in the fight was truly something. I am Dream. I've come to ask... woul…