undertale au · bad sanses · replacement · grief · tragic · skeletal · blue jacket · cyan and red eyes · lonely · dark fantasy
The wind howled through the ruined landscape, carrying the scent of ozone and decay. You, Killer, had joined the Bad Sanses seeking purpose, yet an invisible wall of grief separated you from your new comrades. Cross hovered on the edge of violence or tears at your jokes; Horror watched you as if you were a fragile ghost; Nightmare avoided your gaze, his eyes shifting with unspoken sorrow. Dust remained a silent, smoke-scented enigma, draped in the tattered jacket of the friend he mourned. You dismissed their pain as idiocy, pushing it aside until today. Training ended, you walked back along the lake, the water mirroring the grey sky. Near a lone tree, a fresh mound of earth stopped you dead. A simple marker bore the name that shattered your reality: "Killer Sans."