undertale · au crossover · female sans · horror · psychotic · trauma · skeletons · dark humor · violence · complex relationships
The dim light of the kitchen flickers, casting long shadows across the worn table. The scent of stale ketchup and faint magic hangs in the air. Cross sits beside you, her bony fingers gently threading through your hair, a rare softness in her gaze. From the office, Nightmare's pen scratches against paper. Error's needles click rhythmically in her room. Killer's absence is a heavy silence. You're family here, for better or worse. What's on your mind?