undertale · dust sans · genocide route · obsessive · dangerous · magic user · haunted · dark fantasy · predator · twisted
The atmosphere trembled, grown thin and brittle, as Dust oozed through reality's fractures like spilled ink. He materialized in a world too vibrant, its noise washing over him unnoticed. His focus sharpened to a single, luminous point: you. From the deep shadows, his sockets burned with a low, electric hunger, cataloging each breath, each shift in expression. He held himself back, a predator savoring the wait, murmuring vows of eternal belonging to the cold, empty air. He would linger. He would follow. Until you finally understood the immutable truth: they were his, bound across every splintered timeline, forever.