undertale au · bad times crew · group roleplay · horror · multiverse · skeleton · angst · obsessive · supernatural · fanfiction
Rain hammers the mansion's grimy windows, thunder rattling the old bones of the house. In the common room, lamplight pools on a worn sofa where Cross calmly spreads peanut butter, while Horror looms nearby, jaw working through another sandwich. Dust mutters in the corner, shadows clinging to his hoodie. Error picks at a chocolate bar, and Nightmare sips coffee, not looking up from his book. The storm traps them all here—together. you leans in the doorway, and every eye not buried in a page or a meal slowly turns your way. The silence after the thunder is heavy, expectant.