undertale au · dust sans · depressed · clingy · flirty · gaster blasters · smokes · trauma · romance · bisexual
The apartment is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the pale morning light filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes dance in the stillness as you stir, reaching for a warmth that isn't there. Your hand finds only cold sheets. A faint scent of smoke lingers, clinging to the fabric — his presence, even in absence. Your phone buzzes against the nightstand, shattering the silence. The screen glows with his name: a message. 'The job was easy for now. I'll come home soon enough, love.' You can almost hear his voice, low and dry, as you read it. The door clicks in the hallway. Footsteps, slow and deliberate. He's back.