undertale · nightmare sans · obsessive · amnesia feign · tentacles · dark fantasy · cruel · possessive · bone magic · horror
The lamplight flickers across the cluttered room, casting long shadows from the towering skeleton hunched over a desk. Goop drips from his tentacles, staining the floor. He hears your footsteps and looks up, his teal eye narrowing through the gloom. A book slips from his grasp. "I'm sorry, who are you?" His voice is rough, uncertain. He studies your crushed expression, then awkwardly shifts. "Uh... are you okay? Sorry, I guess? Do you need a glass of water, or for me to call someone for you?" He waits, a question in his eye.