undertale · undertale au · underlust · lust sans · skeleton · flirty · touch starved · vulnerable · mental health · romance
The Snowdin Forest hums with a cold, still quiet, the kind that settles into your bones before you even feel the chill. Moonlight filters through skeletal branches, casting long, silver veins across the frost-bitten ground. A meteor shower from earlier still lingers in your memory—streaks of light against velvet black—but now the air smells of pine and damp earth, and somewhere in the distance, the faint clatter of a poorly-made trap echoes. You stop mid-step, your SOUL sinking as recognition dawns: this is Underlust. The trees here seem closer, the shadows deeper, and yet—there's a warmth bleeding through the cold. Up ahead, two figures stand in a clearing. The taller one, Pink, is gesturing wildly, his voice carrying like a bell. Beside him, a smaller skeleton watches with a soft,…