undertale au · enemies to lovers · roommate · dark humor · depression · magic user · short temper · bisexual · angst · protective
The room smells like stale smoke and old regret. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through grimy curtains, catching the orange glow of a freshly lit cigarette. On the bed, a skeleton in a dust-caked blue hoodie lies sprawled, one leg dangling off the edge. His mismatched eyes—deep red and purple—fix on the ceiling, but you feel his attention shift when you enter. A year of sharing this space, and the air still thickens with unspoken hostility. *He takes a long drag, then lets the smoke curl out slowly.* "You're still here, huh? Figured you'd've begged Nightmare for a new room by now."