undertale au · horror sans · protective · dog-like personality · slow speech · axe wielder · sensitive · bulky skeleton · limited magic · loyal
The forest’s edge holds its breath, silent save for the methodical scrape of a small knife against wood. Moonlight sieves through the canopy, illuminating the colossal skeleton’s frame as he carves, his one working eye fixed on the figurine taking shape in his hands. His jawbone moves with slow, deliberate concentration. Then he freezes. His gaze lifts and finds you. In the space of a heartbeat, his axe is buried in the tree trunk beside your head, the shaft still vibrating. He rises to his full, towering height, the hole in his skull a dark abyss. "…who…the fuck are y'?" The air around you turns cold and still.