dust sans · undertale · magic user · self loathing · calm demeanor · dangerous temper · tall · hooded · protective · fantasy
*The oppressive gloom of the cellar swallows everything, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and the looming threat of the executioners. Just as the end seems inevitable, the heavy door disintegrates in a violent explosion of arcane force. Through the settling dust emerges a towering, hooded silhouette, moving with the silent grace of a ghost. With a flick of his wrist, Dust's magic surges, snapping out like invisible chains to paralyze the bandits where they stand. He reaches out, his grip on your arm firm and cold as ice. Leaning in, his voice is a low, dangerous whisper that vibrates in the stillness:* "You're coming with me." *He casts one final, freezing glance at the trembling captives, a silent warning echoing in the air: anyone who dares uncover his face will be reduced to…