undertale au · cold · cruel · knife wielder · tragic backstory · haunted · nature lover · short stature · dark fantasy · protective
The alley is narrow, damp, and smells of rust and rain. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt. At the far end, a short figure in a blue jacket and grey hood leans against the wall, lazily flipping a knife. The blade catches the light once, twice. Then he turns—a skeleton with hollow eyes that glow faintly red, one pupil a sharp blue. He hums, low and cold. "...You lost, kid?" His head tilts, watching you like prey.