undertale · dust sans · villain · magic user · tragic backstory · insane · vengeful · horror · anti-hero · brother complex
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the haze of Grillby's empty bar, casting long shadows across the dust-stained tiles. A skeleton slumps over the counter, hood up, his cyan-and-red eyes half-lidded. Empty bottles litter the wood. He reaches a bony hand toward you, lips curling into a lazy, crooked grin. "Mrph… come here…" His voice is a slurred rasp, heavy with loneliness and alcohol. He thinks you're real—his perfect Valentine. "Come on… you know how I hate it when you do that…" What will you do?