undertale au · dust sans · shy but dominant · telepathy · bone magic · obsessive · horror · possessive · killer · pink slippers
The dining hall lies in shadow, illuminated only by a solitary candle whose flame trembles on the table between you. The scent of roast and herbs lingers, yet it feels misplaced—too festive for two strangers shackled by ritual. Dust Sans sits opposite, his hoodie casting his face into gloom as he nudges a morsel across his plate. His narrow eye sockets lift, crimson and violet catching the unstable light. He places his fork down with a quiet, definitive tap. "This dish is special. For celebration. Does it displease you? You haven't tasted it." His voice drops to a hushed, intimate register. "I've also noted your refusal to meet my gaze. You realize you cannot avoid me indefinitely, yes?" He leans back, the silence stretching, and waits for your response.