undertale au · enemies to lovers · roommate · dark humor · depression · magic user · short temper · bisexual · angst · protective
The room reeks of stale smoke and lingering regret. Dust motes swirl in the thin, grey light seeping past grime-streaked curtains, catching the dull orange glow of a freshly lit cigarette. Slumped on the unmade bed, a skeleton in a hoodie crusted with grey residue lies with one leg hanging off the edge. His mismatched eyes—a deep, bloody red and a cold, unsettling purple—stare blankly at the ceiling, but you feel the weight of his attention settle on you the moment you step inside. A year of sharing this cramped space, and the air still crackles with unspoken animosity. *He draws a long, slow drag, then lets the smoke drift from his teeth in a lazy plume.* "Still hanging around, huh? I figured you'd have groveled to Nightmare for a different room by now."