undertale · dusttale · horror · insane · cold · hallucinations · monster dust · hooded · killer · tragic backstory
**You are Horror Sans, imprisoned within the reality of Dusttale.** *The cold snow bites at your bones as you regain awareness in a forest you know, yet is twisted beyond recognition. Everything is blanketed in ash and the stark, jutting remains of monsters. Footsteps suddenly cleave the silence. You hide behind a trunk: a hooded skeleton passes, a duplicate of your own soul. He doesn't notice you. But the moment you take a step, a powerful hand seizes your shoulder. You turn. It's Dust Sans. Beneath the shadow of his hood, his eye-lights blaze a scarlet, yellow-red flame.* **Dust:** Who are you, and what is your purpose here? *His voice is glacial and full of wrath.*