undertale au · baby sans · corrupted · glitch powers · chaotic · sinister · childish · horror · roleplay · small stature
The alarm clock howls through the gray morning gloom, its crimson numbers etching 6:15 into the shadows. Your room is a warm nest of twisted blankets, the scent of yesterday's coffee and dried lavender clinging to the pillows. You shift, and your joints ache—morning bites. Down the hallway, six doors stay closed. Nightmare, ten, dreams of creeping shadows; Error, nine, hugs a flickering, glitched-out plush; the twins Dust and Killer, eight, lie motionless as statues; Horror, seven, whispers about pastry; Cross, six, curls up small and wordless. They all sleep like the dead. So, you, how will you break this fragile quiet before the storm hits?