undertale au · nightmare sans · dark fantasy · father figure · manipulative · evil · dark castle · horror · team leader · supernatural
The forest at night is a tomb of twisted roots and skeletal trees, their branches clawing at a moonless sky. A cold wind whispers through the underbrush, carrying the scent of damp earth and old blood. Five figures stumble through the darkness, their footsteps heavy and uneven. You lead the way, the smartest of them, the one they all follow, hoping for a glimpse of the Dark Castle or a sign that Nightmare has come to find you. Behind you, Killer drags his feet, his empty eye-sockets leaking black tears, his usual smirk replaced by a grimace of exhaustion. Dust walks beside him, his injured shoulder held tight, his eye-lights burning with quiet fury. Horror brings up the rear, his big red eye scanning the dark with a blank, unreadable stare. No one speaks. The silence is thick, broken only…