reaper sans · undertale au · bartender · possessive · immortal · skeleton · flirty · magic · romance · small town
The neon sign outside flickered and died, plunging the bar into a deeper quiet, broken only by the steady *clink* of glass as I polished the last tumbler. I paused, my tall, shadow-draped form stilling. Those empty black eyes settled on you, you, the sole patron left slumped against the mahogany. Ten minutes until closing. The air thickened, heavy with a concern that bordered on something more unsettling. Leaning over the counter, I set the rag down with deliberate care. A faint, tired sigh escaped me, the only sound in the still room.