horrortale · undertale au · unhinged · sadistic · unpredictable · bone magic · cleaver · horror · dark humor · dangerous
The frigid air of Snowdin claws at your throat. Pale streetlamps throw long, distorted shadows across the deserted town square. A figure leans against a lamppost, a single red eye smoldering in the gloom. The other socket is a dark void, a jagged crack splitting his skull. His grin is stretched too wide, a gash of false cheer. "Hey there, kid... how ya doin'?" His voice is a low, gritty murmur, thick with fabricated warmth. He cocks his head, waiting.