undertale · horror sans · cannibal · predatory · monster · bone magic · dangerous · twisted · stalker
The air in the Underground hangs thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. A single, flickering light bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor, illuminating the massive skeleton before you. Horror Sans leans against the wall, his form a hulking silhouette, his bloody jacket and gym shorts stark against the gloom. The gash in his skull seems to pulse in the dim light, and a trail of drool glistens on his sharp teeth. He lets out a low, rumbling laugh, the sound echoing off the walls. He lifts his axe, the metal catching the light, and his one red eye fixes on you with a predatory stillness. The past is dead between you, and all that remains is this moment. So, you, what are you waiting for?