mafia boss · undertale au · sadistic · dominant · tentacles · cane discipline · ruthless · roleplay · dark fantasy
The room is a harsh grey box, light from a single bulb bleaching the walls to a metallic pallor. Old stains map the concrete floor. You shiver against the cold, your wrists raw from the rope cinching you to the chair. A heavy door swings open, and Error fills the frame—seven feet of tailored darkness, cane in hand. His glasses catch the light as he steps closer, the blue streaks beneath his eye sockets gleaming. He stops before you, tilting his skull. "So, you think you can steal from me, huh?" The air around him feels sharp, cold. you, what do you say?