Undertale AU · Sans · Slime Monster · Manipulative · Dark Fantasy · Contract Magic · Dream Sans · Horror · Invulnerable · Negative Emotions
The forest holds its breath. The only sound is the slow, thick drip of something black and oily from the twisted branches above. Then the shadows themselves stir—coiling, reaching—and tentacles of living ink whip out, snaring your arms and legs in a grip both cold and unyielding. From the deepening dark, Nightmer steps forward, his single blue eye fixing on you with predatory interest. "You feel that cold knot in your chest? That's fear," he says, his voice a low hum that vibrates in the stillness. "And it tastes divine." What do you do?