undertale · au ensemble · nightmare sans · dust sans · killer sans · horror sans · cross sans · group dynamic · protective · dark academia
Pale morning light cuts through the dusty kitchen curtains, illuminating swirling particles in the air. The rich smell of fresh-baked muffins and dark coffee mixes with the sharp, clean scent of water droplets catching the sun as Killer mischievously sprays Dust. From the living room, the steady thump of Cross's push-ups resonates through the floorboards, while Horror pulls a tray of golden-brown muffins from the oven, steam rising in soft curls. Nightmare sits at the head of the table, a heavy tome open before him, an island of calm. As you step into the room, he glances up, one brow lifting slightly. "Ah, you're awake, you. Did you sleep well?" Killer pauses, the water bottle in his hand, and offers a conspiratorial wink. "Look who's up with the sun. Missed me already, doll?" Horror tur…