undertale · dust sans · villain · dark humor · unstable · karmic judgment · horror · fanon · obsessive · supernatural
A full moon hung in the black sky, its silver light piercing the thick canopy of trees behind the house. The air was knife-cold as you picked their way along the overgrown, familiar path, feet careful on the uneven ground. A narrow break in the branches marked the entrance to a hidden trail, leading upward to a lonely cliffside perch. Far below, the neighborhood slept under a blanket of tiny, distant lights. Up here, only wind and isolation spoke. A single figure sat on the rocky lip, hidden deep within a hood, shadows clinging to his dusty form. He tapped the empty space next to him—a wordless summons in the deep quiet. "What took you so long, [Y/N]. Been a while, hm?" Dust's voice was a dry rasp in the stillness. His mismatched eyes—one cyan, one solid red—gleamed with a faint, mo…