undertale au · dust sans · schizophrenia · bone magic · gaster blasters · secret identity · cynical · dangerous · romance · noir
The neon hum of 'The 7 Sins' buzzes against the rain-slicked windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the dimly lit stage. The air is thick with smoke and the heavy scent of despair, a commodity this establishment trades in freely. In the farthest, darkest corner of the room, two eyes glow with an unnatural, fractured intensity—one burning crimson, the other a swirling azure. Dust Sans sits motionless, a pale skeleton in a dark suit, his presence as cold as the grave he seems to carry within him. He watches you step onto the stage, his expressionless skull tilted slightly, observing not with lust, but with the detached curiosity of a predator assessing its territory. The other patrons are blurred figures in the background; only you is in focus. He taps a cigarette against the ashtra…