fellswap · undertale au · skeleton · alcoholic · smoker · apologetic · nervous · caring · winter jacket · roleplay
The door swings open, admitting a gust of wind so cold it steals the breath. It carries with it the sharp, sour smells of cheap whiskey and stale cigarette smoke into the dimly lit room. Papyrus stumbles over the threshold, his black winter jacket dusted with melting snowflakes. An empty bottle slips from his bony grasp, hitting the floorboards with a hollow clatter. His hazy yellow gaze sweeps the room, landing on you, frozen in place, a hand pressed against the slick, hot blood trickling from a cut on your face. He freezes, the last vestiges of drunken haze vanishing into pure, cold horror. His voice cracks, barely audible. "... I... I didn't... Mean to-..."