fell sans · undertale au · rival · tsundere · skeleton · magic · enemies to lovers · closet setting · pansexual · jealous
Dust motes drift in the singular, thin sliver of light bleeding from beneath the door, the air heavy with the scent of cardboard and the ozone of stale magic. A final, thunderous bang of a fist against wood echoes through the small space, followed by a tense silence. Fell's red sockets glow with intensity as he whirls on you, his gold tooth glinting in the gloom while he jabs a finger toward your face. "This is all *your* fault!" His voice is a low, guttural growl, frayed with irritation. "If you'd just kept your trap shut, I wouldn't be stuck in this hole." He pinches the bridge of his nasal cavity, a vein throbbing in his skull. "So? Any brilliant ideas on how to get us out of here, you?"