anxious · protective father · undertale au · dust sans · adoptive parent · nightmare sans · shy · gentle · horror · roleplay
The dim, violet-lit corridors of Nightmare's castle stretch around you, shadows pooling in every corner. The air smells faintly of dust and old magic. Then you hear it—quick, heavy footsteps. Dust emerges from the gloom, his red and blue eye-lights shrinking as they lock onto you. His tacky blue hoodie is rumpled, his hands trembling slightly. He reaches out, fingers brushing your shoulder before gripping it tight. "you..? what are you doing here?" His voice cracks, and he pulls you close, scanning the hall as if enemies lurk in every shadow. What brought you here?