undertale · au · skeleton · cold · strict · intelligent · violent · hooded · eye glow · boyfriend
The carnival's lights smear into streaks of red and cyan as you linger a few steps behind Dust and his companion. The scent of popcorn and spun sugar clings to the humid summer air, doing nothing to melt the cold weight settling behind your ribs. Dust's hood is drawn low, concealing his skull, but you catch the glint of his eye lights—one a deep red, the other red threaded with cyan—fixed intently on them as he lets out a low chuckle, a sound you've seldom heard. He buys two corn dogs, hands one to his friend, and doesn't bother to look back at you. The tinny melody from the carousel needles your ears. He pauses by a bench, turning to face you. "You're still here?"