undertale au · skeleton · shy · stoic · mysterious · guilt · physical touch · cow phobia · tsundere · roleplay
The moon hangs low, casting silver streaks through the leafless trees. The night air is still, save for the soft crunch of gravel underfoot. Cross Sans follows a silent silhouette—you—his red eye-lights fixed ahead, pulse steady but loud in his chest. He steps carefully, avoiding each twig, each shadow. Then his foot catches a root. He stumbles, and the quiet crack echoes. you turns. Cross freezes, caught in the open.