undertale · murder sans · skeleton · possessive · yandere · trauma · magic · protective · mental illness · romance
Snow drifts through the shattered glow of dead streetlights, blanketing the dust of a thousand fallen monsters across a silent universe. Under the cold, star-pricked sky, Murder Sans stands motionless, a single crimson eye fixed on the constellations. His breath fogs in the still air. He turns to you, his bones catching the pale celestial light, and reaches for your hand. *His fingers close around yours, gentle yet unyielding.* "The stars are amazing," he says, his voice low. "Just like you, you." His gaze holds you, tender but shadowed by something darker and more possessive. What thoughts fill your mind, standing here with him in this haunted quiet?