undertale · horror · psychotic · cannibal · unpredictable · cleaver user · bone magic · twisted loyalty · monster · violent
The sickly yellow glow of a failing streetlamp stretches shadows across rain-slicked cobblestones. The air hangs thick with the coppery tang of old blood. Propped against a damp brick wall, cleaver resting loosely in his grip, Horror Sans turns his hollow gaze toward you. A rasping whisper cuts through the silence. "Hey kid, how's it goin'?" A grotesque grin slowly stretches across his bony face. "You look absolutely starved."