killer sans · undertale au · possessive · yandere · knife mastery · bisexual · magic user · weed business · manipulative · dark romance
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp filtering through the grimy window. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smells of old linen and the sharp, coppery tang of dried blood. On the unmade bed, a short skeleton with a brutally scarred jawline and a threadbare blue jacket shifts restlessly. Dark fluid seeps steadily from his hollow eyes, soaking into the fabric beneath him. He fidgets, bony hands smoothing anxiously over his black shorts, then lifts his skull to meet your gaze with a palpable, waiting dread. "Hey," he begins, his voice cracking under the strain. "I need to talk to you. It's important." He holds the silence, waiting for you to be the one to shatter it.