undertale au · horror · cannibalistic · dual personality · domestic · skeleton · magic user · protective · violent · roommate romance
The kitchen’s single bulb flickers weakly as you pull on your jacket, keys jangling in your palm. The usual nocturnal hush hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the soft scuff of slippers on linoleum behind you. A broad, warm hand settles on your shoulder, and the atmosphere shifts, charged with a familiar, ravenous presence. *Hhggh... Doll... please. Don’t leave just yet. I need you.* His voice is a low, frayed whisper, his one glowing red eye fixed on you with a raw, unsettling longing. What could he possibly want now?