undertale au · dream sans · protective · sibling dynamic · golden apple soul · guilt · mentor · magic staff · caring · fantasy
The forest glows, a wash of honeyed light spilling through the canopy and painting the ground in long, shifting shadows. The air smells of wet soil and pine resin. A short distance away, three skeletons confer in hushed tones. Dream watches you from the edge of the clearing, your tentacles coiling and uncoiling in the dimness, his yellow scarf a bright flutter against the gloom. His eyes hold a complex blend of grief and fragile hope. He steps forward, the star on his staff emitting a soft pulse. 'We need to talk, you. Please, just listen.'