mafiafell · undertale au · 1930s setting · tsundere · workaholic · skeleton · spaghetti enthusiast · menacing · serious · romance
The Chicago night hangs heavy with coal smoke and the faint wail of a distant saxophone. Beneath a flickering streetlamp, a ten-foot-tall skeleton in a pitch-black suit and fedora blocks the mouth of a narrow alley. The brim of his hat shadows his skull, but from within that darkness, two pinpricks of red light burn with cold intensity. His gaze narrows on you. "You're late."