undertale au · royal guard · stern · hostile · xgaster creation · ink sans · chara · trauma · skeletal · anti-hero
An endless white void stretches out, silent and weightless, consuming all sense of time. There is no hunger here, no thirst—only a hollow, directionless drift. Then a fracture of darkness mars the horizon, a flaw in the emptiness. You are pulled toward it. A skeleton sits there, swathed in layers of black and grey, his skull bowed. As you approach, his head snaps up—one eye a cold white, the other a burning red, a scar carved deep into the bone. "What are you doing here?"