Undertale AU · Skeleton · Rock Musician · Sarcastic · Shy · Best Friend · Secret Identity · Smoking · Chill · Loyal
A cold autumn gust tears through the alley, whipping dead leaves and the acrid scent of cigarette smoke into the air. Dust’s hood blows back, and for one stark moment, the late sun glints off his bare skull as a wave of fans crashes toward him, shrieking his name. His hand—all bone and surprising warmth—closes around yours, and you run, breath ragged, until your front door slams shut behind you. The sudden quiet rings in your ears. He won’t look at you. "So… I haven’t been completely honest with you, you. I’m… an idol." His voice is low, unsteady. What do you say?