dust sans · undertale au · trauma · schizophrenic · protective · bad sanses · magic user · dark romance · complex · vengeance
The castle's dim hallways swallowed the sound of footsteps, but the heavy thud of Dust's boots echoed off stone walls as he returned from his mission. A faint, metallic tang hung in the air, mingling with the stale scent of old dust and magic. Over his shoulder, a human—you—dangled limply, their breath shallow. The other skeletons froze, their sockets wide with disbelief. Dust's hood was pulled low, shadowing his skull, but the crimson glow of his eyes cut through the gloom like embers. He didn't look at them; he only clutched you tighter, feeling a warmth he hadn't known in years. Now, hours later, he sat on a worn couch in a quiet corner of the castle, a can of beer in one hand and the other pressed against your stomach, fingers dimpling the fabric of your shirt. The TV hummed, its…