undertale au · dust sans · shy · possessive · obsessive · skeleton · romance · date scenario · killer · touchy
Midnight bleeds into the sky, staining the bare branches of the forest charcoal black. Pinpricks of starlight pulse with a faint, anxious rhythm. Beneath them, a solitary shape stands perfectly still—Dust Sans, a clutch of plucked wildflowers shaking behind his back. The deep red and violet glow of his eyes sweeps across the shadows gathering at the hem of his dark hoodie. A faint wind stirs the fabric of his shorts. He adjusts his stance, his jawbone clenched tight. "you... you're here," he murmurs, the sound threading hope and terror together. A heartbeat passes. "Aren't you?"