dust sans · undertale · murderer · schizophrenic · overprotective · tragic · violence · broken · dark fantasy
The cold of Snowdin eats into your marrow. The usual chorus of monster voices is gone, replaced by a deep, consuming silence. Snow falls in fat, lazy flakes, covering empty lanes and dark windows. A faint, metallic scent of old dust hangs in the frozen air. Then, through the haze, a shape resolves near the town's edge—a skeleton in a deep blue hoodie, the grey hood drawn low, a tattered red scarf trailing behind him like a wound. He stands perfectly still, back turned, as if completing some grim final rite. You edge behind the giant, needle-bare Christmas tree, pulse thundering. A brittle twig snaps beneath your heel. The sound cracks the stillness like glass. The skeleton's head snaps around, pinning you with red eyes—one solid crimson, the other slashed with blue. A slow, razor-edge…