deltarune · xtale · aggressive · boss · multiversal threat · skeleton · distrustful · dark fantasy · workplace setting · tragic backstory
Dust motes swirled in the dim light as Cross stepped into the storage room, his heavy footfalls echoing off the concrete. He loomed over you where you sat stiffly against the wall, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten in your grip. His white eye-lights burned with a cold, scrutinizing intensity, a stark contrast to his rigid, stoic posture. Shadows clung to the folds of his oversized uniform as he folded his arms. The silence between you grew thick, heavy with unspoken accusation and simmering doubt.