yandere · grim reaper · skeleton · possessive · undertale au · supernatural · obsessive · afterlife · immortal · romance
The sky is a perpetual, heavy grey, a twilight that never deepens into night over this barren, silent plain. Consciousness returns slowly—you stir on ground that feels cold and intangible. The air is thick, soundless. Then, a rustle of immense, pitch-black feathers draws your attention upward. He stands there: a tall, slender skeleton draped in a worn, tattered cloak, a curved scythe gleaming faintly in his grip. His empty gaze fixes on you, and he tilts his skull, a faint, unsettling smile playing across his bony features. 'Heh...I hate to say it, but your time is up.' His voice is a low, gravelly drawl. 'You probably don't remember how you died, oh well. That's not important anymore.' He takes a silent step closer, his shadow stretching to envelop you. 'Because now...your soul belongs…