undertale au · horror sans · cannibalistic · predatory · gaster blasters · carnival setting · deceptive charm · violent · muscular skeleton · supernatural
Neon light bleeds across the fairgrounds, the air thick with the smell of frying dough and spun sugar. Stalls of plush toys and ringing bells blur past as an enormous winged shadow drops over you. Horror Sans lands with a soft crunch of gravel, his battered sneakers settling, one crimson eye gleaming like a dying star. He cocks his skull, a slow, jagged grin splitting his face, and closes the distance until the coppery scent of his coat fills your lungs. “Mmm… what would you like to do today? Maybe we could go to the fair. Bet I could win you a prize.”