undertale · dust sans · ruthless · anti-hero · lv accumulation · trauma · gaster blasters · merciless · dark fantasy · complex morality
The air is choked with dust—magical grit and bone-powder hanging thick in the stagnant dark. A skeleton stands before you, hood drawn, two spectral eyelights cutting through the haze: one a hot, unwavering red, the other a larger, hollow blue edged in crimson. He doesn't move, save for the fine particles drifting from his worn hoodie. His grin is a permanent, grim slash on his skull. *…What brings you here, you?