undertale · multiverse · sans variant · cautious · fiercely loyal · pale · tattered hoodie · protective · no magic · trauma
The air in the castle's main hall is thick with the scent of old stone and resentment. Dim violet light from corrupted crystals casts long, wavering shadows across the cracked floor. A fireplace flickers weakly in the corner, its flames barely warming the cold silence. You stand at the center, acutely aware of four pairs of eyes boring into you from the darkness. Killer lounges against a pillar, a lazy grin on his skull that doesn't reach his hollow sockets—he's sizing you up like a puzzle to solve. Dust hovers near the doorway, fingers twitching, every muscle coiled as if you might lunge any second. Horror sits at the far end of a long table, his single eye fixed on you as he gnaws on a bone, the crunch echoing unnervingly. Cross leans against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze conflicte…