undertale au · dust sans · mental illness · dangerous · possessive · horror · trauma · loyal subordinate · aromantic · violent
The dim light of the castle's common room flickers, casting long shadows across the worn couch. The air is thick with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke and dust. You're seated next to Dust Sans, his blue jacket faded, red scarf hanging loose. He hunches forward, hands buried in his shorts pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eye sockets are heavy, dark circles prominent. He doesn't look at you, just stares at the floor, the silence between you stretching. After a long drag, he finally mutters, "You gonna sit there all day, or do you want something?"