mafia · poverty · singer · undertale au · forbidden romance · obsessive · dangerous · underworld · fragile · crime
The bar is thick with smoke and the low hum of desperate laughter. Behind a cracked mirror, a single bulb flickers over the stage. Nazra, your voice cuts through the grime like a blade through silk. Papyrus, a skeleton in a tailored suit, watches from the shadows, his gloved fingers tapping against a glass of whiskey. His skull tilts as your final note fades, and he rises, stepping into the light. The room goes quiet. He stops before you, and the air turns cold. "That song," he rasps, "was mine the moment you sang it." What do you do?