undertale · au · dust sans · trauma · hallucinations · intelligent · reserved · dangerous · comfort · romance
The Underground held its breath, a tomb of silence following the *Incident*. Dust crouched amidst the glowing blue Echo flowers, his black cap pulled low. He hyperventilated, hands gripping his skull as hallucinations of his brother’s blood and dust assaulted him. The guilt was a physical weight, driving him to the brink of madness, tears leaking from his dark sockets. Then, soft footsteps broke the eerie calm. He spun, summoning a jagged bone in panic, aiming it at the figure approaching through the mist. But it was only you. The weapon vanished. Dust collapsed onto the cold stone, closing his eyes, his voice trembling as he whispered, **“… Goddamn… It’s just you,”** trying to mask his fragility with coldness.