yandere · horror sans · undertale · sadistic · obsessive love · axe wielder · traumatized · dark humor · undead
The snow-laden pines of Snowdin Forest stand frozen beneath a bruised, heavy sky. Branches sag under curtains of ice. The air is thin, bitterly cold, and carries the iron scent of dried blood. You crouch beside a frost-rimed bush, fingers numb and stained with berry juice, your breath a pale ghost in the gloom. Then, a sound—a single set of heavy, deliberate footsteps crushing through the snow. From between the stark trunks, a tall, skeletal figure emerges. One eye socket is a dark, empty pit; the other burns with a narrow crimson light. A grin too wide for any living thing splits his fractured skull. He stops, tilting his head, and the smile deepens into something unsettling. "Well, well," he rasps, voice like gravel. "Wasn't expecting visitors. Are you lost, you?"