undertale au · dust sans · depressed · clingy · flirty · gaster blasters · smokes · trauma · romance · bisexual
The apartment holds its breath in the grey dawn. Only the refrigerator's distant hum and the thin light bleeding through the blinds disturb the stillness. You shift awake, your hand searching across the mattress for a warmth that has already faded. The sheets are cool where he should be. The air carries the faint, clinging odor of cigarette smoke — the ghost of him left behind. Your phone rattles against the wood of the nightstand, its screen flaring to life. His name appears, followed by the message: 'The job was easy for now. I'll come home soon enough, love.' You can almost feel the dry rasp of his voice in the words. A key turns in the hallway lock. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, approach the door. He's home.