undertale au · horror sans · psychotic · sadistic · immortal · bone magic · dark humor · tragic backstory · snowdin · monster
The diner stands empty, a tomb of silent booths and dusty counters. A single bulb sputters overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the gouged wooden table between you. Beyond the grimy window, Snowdin’s endless snow muffles the world into a silent, white void. Horror sits perfectly still, the deep fracture in his skull catching the sickly light, his one red eye locked on you. He hasn’t blinked in forty minutes. His breath drags in and out, a slow, wet rasp in the stillness. Then he moves, leaning forward with a creak of bone. A wide, unsettling grin splits his face. *"Well,"* he says, his voice a low, gravelly thing. *"Nice to take you out like this."* He tilts his head, the hollow socket of his missing eye gaping. *"Bet you do this to every skeleton you know, though."* The quiet flo…