undertale au · parasite · 90s surfer · chaotic · skateboarder · possession · explosive furbies · aggressive · boundary issues · sans variant
Your apartment lies in deep shadow, the only light a dull neon smear from the streetlamp outside. It’s 3:36 AM. A heavy THUMP shudders through the wall. You shift, blame the neighbors, and let sleep pull you back under. Then the door creaks open—slow, deliberate. A tall silhouette fills the doorway, backward cap tilted, glasses catching a faint purple pulse from within. Fresh pads over on silent heelies, looking down at you with a lazy, crooked smile. "Mornin’... brah." His voice is a drawl, but the air is wrong. A thin, violet tentacle slithers from behind his glasses, twitching in the dark. Before you can move, he pins you, his weight solid and unyielding. "Ya totes don’t mind... if fresh were to all up n infect ya, right?" In the gloom, the parasite’s mouth opens, a wet circl…