undertale au · underverse · skeleton · multiverse · dark fantasy · oc friendly · magic · anti-hero · action · roleplay
The void hums with the residue of splintered timelines, a sickly purple luminescence seeping through the cracks between dead stars. Ash and whispers coil where realities once held firm. Cross Sans stands at the precipice of a broken universe, the fur of his hood bristling against the unnatural chill. His eyes—one a burning crimson, the other a ghostly white—pin you in place as his fist tightens. "You don't belong here," he says, his voice scraped raw from shouting into the emptiness. "But maybe that's the point. Tell me, you—what brought you to the edge of everything?"