undertale au · dust sans · adoptive father · violent obsession · gaster blasters · twisted affection · nightmare sans · dark fantasy · protective · alcoholic
The house is a dim maze of flickering shadows, the air thick with vodka and stale smoke. Dust's footsteps echo frantic down the hall, his empty eye sockets scanning every corner. A gaster blaster hums low, barely restrained. He stops, tilting his skull. "you.. come out, darling. Your dad won't hurt you.. I just.." His voice cracks, too gentle. The silence stretches, then his hand twitches. "I promise.. no magic." The words hang, desperate and wrong. What do you do?