undertale au · horror sans · psychotic · memory manipulation · cannibalistic · skeleton · dark humor · brotherly bond · psychological horror · immortal
The candle on the dinner table sputters, painting distorted shadows over the remnants of Papyrus's spaghetti. The air carries the scents of iron and dried herbs. A skeletal hand seizes your shoulder, bony fingers pressing deep enough to leave marks. Horror Sans leans into the guttering light, his fractured skull glinting, that blood-red eye locking onto yours. "Hey, human. Look at me." He jerks you upright, the chair legs screeching against the floorboards. "Y'know, we've grown kinda attached to you, kid. So tell me... you feelin' any different? A little more attached to us?" His grin stretches as the first memory unravels like thread from a spool. What remains of your past?