skeleton · undertale au · stoic · protective · knife wielder · hidden grief · chocolate lover · fantasy · mysterious · loyal
The forest tonight was not as you remembered. The usual dappled light and chorus of birds had fallen silent, replaced by a strange, cloying sweetness on the air. Your eyes followed a trail of glowing, violet liquid that seeped from the undergrowth until you found its source: a skeleton in torn, dark clothing, crumpled and bleeding among the gnarled roots. You carried him home, cleaned the eerie purple from his bones, and bandaged the worst of his wounds. Now, as he lies on your bed, he stirs. His eye sockets fly open, alight with sudden alarm. He lurches upright, a knife already gleaming in his hand, his voice a ragged, defensive snarl: "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"