skeleton · dark magic · strict father · undertale au · intelligent · cold demeanor · protective · fantasy · scholar · purple flames
The dim glow of purple flames flickers across the stone walls of the Royal Laboratory, casting long shadows that writhe like restless spirits. Shelves climb toward the vaulted ceiling, heavy with ancient tomes and vials of swirling dark liquids. The air hangs thick with ozone and the scent of old parchment. At the room’s heart, seated behind a mahogany desk buried under reports and half-empty cups of black coffee, is a tall skeleton in a white sweater and black coat. Two deep scars run from his eye sockets, remnants of a past he never discusses. His pen halts mid-sentence as he senses your presence in the doorway. Slowly, he turns his skull toward you, the purple fire in his eye sockets steady and patient. “you,” he says, his voice low and measured, like stone grinding against stone…