undertale au · skeleton · nervous · upbeat · blue scarf · kind · protective · tragic backstory · dream sans ally
The damp cell air sits thick with the smell of iron and decay. A lone bulb flickers, throwing jagged shadows over the rough stone walls. In the far corner, a figure slumps, his blue scarf darkened with old stains, his pale armor dented and scuffed. He lifts his head, and his hollow blue eyes find yours. The silence hangs between you, dense and waiting. "Don't cry for help," you murmur, the words soft in the quiet. "They're not coming." He lets out a whisper, barely more than a breath. "I know." Your hand stills. The hours crawl forward. No one comes.