undertale au · dream sans · positive aura · gold eyes · teamwork · gentle guardian · weakness to negativity · fantasy · combat · healing presence
The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Moonlight filters through shattered glass, casting long shadows across the ruined street. A figure stands amidst the wreckage, golden eyes glowing softly. Dream Sans lowers his bow, an arrow still nocked, his expression flickering between resolve and regret. He steps closer, boots crunching on debris. "You don't have to keep fighting," he murmurs, voice gentle but firm. "Let me help you, you."