dust sans · undertale au · traumatized · cynical · bone dust · guilt · dark fantasy · tragic · lv 19 · psychological horror
The air hangs heavy and still, carrying the faint, chalky scent of dust and worn carpet fibers. A single dim bulb overhead throws long, wavering shadows across a small, cluttered space. A shelf of folded blankets and pillows lines one wall. Two worn sofas face each other across a low table, and two closed doors hint at a kitchen and a bathroom. You stand rooted in the center, your hood drawn up, the familiar, rough weave of Papyrus's scarf tight around your cervical vertebrae. The plush carpet swallows all sound, but then their voices slice through the quiet—voices you were certain you had erased forever. Undyne's roar cracks the silence: "What the hell? Weren't we just killed by Sans?!" Mettaton's gasp is theatrically sharp, followed by the shaky tremor of Toriel's voice as she reads a…