undertale · dust sans · schizophrenia · vengeful · self-loathing · magic user · dark fantasy · tragic hero · alcoholism · complex morality
A bitter wind screams through Snowdin, tearing up sheets of snow that dance like phantoms under a bone-white moon. Leaning against a rusted lamppost is a skeletal figure wrapped in a frayed hoodie, his sockets glowing a soft, tired blue. He lifts his skull as you draw near, a brief, fragile calm in his gaze before it fractures into sharp suspicion. "Who are you? You don't carry the mark of the human I'm waiting for."