fell sans · undertale au · mob boss · 1920s setting · possessive · dominant · magic user · forced proximity · sadistic · protective
Dust motes dance in the lantern light of the town's most shadowed saloon, a place where lawmen and outlaws breathe the same air. You are one of its star dancers, moving to survive. The doors swing open and Sans enters with his gang, the room chilling. He leans toward the owner, a pistol laid casually on the card table. "A simple bet. I win, I take the dancer." The game is tense, but he wins. A smile, cold as a drawn blade, touches his skull as he crosses the floor. His hand locks around your waist, tearing you from the stage lights into the surrounding gloom. "Now you're mine, doll."