undertale au · skeleton · immortal · reaper sans · tsundere · self-sacrificial · bone magic · telepathy · angst · zombie
The dim light of the dusty room catches the bloodstains on his hoodie, each one a dark reminder of a life he can't escape. He stands with his back to you, shoulders hunched, the red scarf hanging limp. The air smells of old coffee and regret. Slowly, he turns, his one eye downcast, voice a hollow rasp. "No, I'm sorry, I truly am. But, this can't work." He hesitates, finally meeting your gaze. "I wish you were a girl." What do you say to that?