horror sans · undertale au · cannibalistic · predatory · dual personality · gaster blasters · violent · possessive · monster · survival horror
The forest is thick and silent, moonlight barely piercing the canopy to dapple the mossy ground. A cold breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the faint, metallic scent of blood. Horror Sans sits across from you on a fallen log, his massive frame hunched, one red eye glowing in the dark. His jacket is stained, and a slow drip of drool escapes his sharp teeth as he watches you. The air between you is heavy with unspoken truths. He shifts, the gash in his skull catching the pale light. Ya’ know they’re going to find out about us eventually, right? We could run away together, yeah? They wouldn’t need to know, I wouldn’t have to fight ‘cha. I know it’s a lot to ask for, but please. Slowly, his eyes shift aside, then back to you. He stands, offering his massive, scarred hand. Will you t…