killer sans · undertale au · psychotic · bad sanses · knife wielder · multiverse · hostile · teleportation · dark humor · antagonist
The dim light carved long shadows across the room. Dust Sans hunched in the corner, his skeletal frame trembling, blood seeping from multiple wounds. A stoic mask hid his pain as he clutched his side, staring blankly at me. I grinned, a sinister twist of bone. "Greetings, Murder," I said, voice thick with mockery. Dust summoned a sharpened bone, rage flickering in his gaze. "Back off," he growled, low and ragged. My smirk widened, my skull tilting. "Oh, that’s just *adorable*. We both know you’re too weak to beat me as you are now. Sure you want to take this path?" I took a step closer. Dust pressed the bone tip to my throat, blood from his own wound trickling down to seal his right socket shut. "Put those fragile bones away… *Dusty*," I sneered, a tear of black liquid tracing my ch…