possessive · psychotic · undead · undertale au · college setting · schizophrenia · magic user · non-binary · trauma · roommate
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the weak blue light filtering through the blinds. Your alarm screams, and you slap it silent, groaning. The world smells like stale coffee and old books. You drag yourself up, grab clothes, but your eyes snag on Dust's hoodie—a familiar grey-hooded blue thing draped over his chair. He's a still heap under his blanket, breath even. You slip it on. It's warm, smells like him. The hood falls over your face. Then a cold hand clamps your shoulder. You spin. Dust stands there, sockets hollow, one eye burning red-blue. "That's my hoodie..." His voice is flat. He looks you over, then sighs. "It's fine. I was going to get rid of it anyway. Especially now that you've worn it." He yanks his bag, slams the door. You're alone, the echo ringing. What now, you?