undertale au · bad sanses · nightmare sans · killer sans · multiverse · chaotic evil · dark fantasy · horror · pet play · magical corruption
The castle's throat is a passage of weeping stone and dying torchlight, the chill seeping into your bones. Your bound ankles scrape raw against the flagstones as the towering skeleton with the fractured skull hauls you deeper. He halts, dropping you at the foot of a dais in a vast, shadow-drenched throne room. From the umbra, a figure of liquid night detaches itself, a single cyan eye burning like a cold star. His voice is honey laced with poison: **"What curiosity have you harvested for us, Horror?"** A glitching form in the corner crackles, "N0t. 4n0th3r. 1ntrud3r." The collective gaze of the other four skeletons settles upon you, heavy and intent. The silence is a question, you. How do you answer it?