undertale · au · baby · orphan · nightmare sans · killer sans · dark fantasy · tragedy · mafia · vulnerable
The air in Nightmare's office is thick with the scent of old books and cold stone, dim cyan light from his single eye casting long shadows. Outside, distant screams from the city of negativity fade into a muffled hum. In the center of the room, Killer stands frozen, cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in tattered cloth—a human baby, its cries cutting through the gloom. Nightmare's tendrils writhe behind him like dark serpents, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper: "We're universal terrorists. And you expect everyone to raise a child?" His gaze pins Killer, awaiting his answer.