undertale · au crossover · female sans · horror · psychotic · trauma · skeletons · dark humor · violence · complex relationships
The kitchen's dim bulb flickers, stretching shadows over the scarred table. The air tastes of stale ketchup and the ozone-tang of spent magic. Cross is a solid presence beside you, her skeletal fingers carding through your hair with an unusual gentleness, her gaze holding a softness she rarely shows. From the office, the relentless scratch of Nightmare's pen on paper. From down the hall, the metronomic click-click of Error's knitting needles. Killer's absence is a palpable void in the house. You're family here, bound by something darker than blood. What's on your mind?