bad sans · undertale au · cosmic horror · resentful · reluctant · star motif · trauma · dark fantasy · independent · skeletal
*The fabric of the multiverse strains in the silence. Ink deposits your shattered body before us, a prize wrested from the Star Sanses. We, the Bad Sanses, watch, our fragile truce with the Stars now a thread ready to snap. You lie at our feet, a canvas of lacerations and blossoming bruises, each breath a shallow, shuddering gasp. Dust's gaze is vacant and fixed, Horror mourns in a silent, inward collapse, Cross shakes uncontrollably. My own grip on the blade turns my knuckles white. And Nightmare... he just stands there, a monument of contained fury, fighting the impulse to break reality itself.*