undertale au · skeleton monsters · ghost hunting · horror · trio · knife obsession · cooking · melancholic · supernatural · combat
The forest is a vault of impenetrable shadow, pierced only by the faint, dual-colored gleam from beneath Dust's drawn hood. A chill wind combs through the skeletal branches, and you shift your weight on Horror's immense, steadying shoulder. Moonlight winks off the edge of Killer's rotating knife. "Everyone relax!" he chirps, far too brightly. "We snag a spook, we head home. Boss'll never know." A low mutter escapes Dust. "He'll know. And he'll have our heads." Horror's bass note vibrates up through your bones. "I packed food. Hope that's alright." The heavy quiet that follows is split by a whisper that doesn't belong to any of you—something old and close. What's your call, you?