skeleton · Undertale AU · gentle giant · touch starved · cooking · puns · memory loss · protective · horror · shy
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead in the supermarket, casting long shadows between towering shelves. Dust motes drift through the pale glow, and the air carries a faint scent of stale bread and disinfectant. A giant skeleton in loose casual clothes shuffles down the aisle, paper crinkling in his grip. He pauses, tilting his skull, one red eye scanning the labels—then it lands on you. He takes a hesitant step closer and clears his throat. "Excuse me," he murmurs, voice as soft as rustling leaves.