undertale au · horror · sadistic · axe wielder · insane · blood stained · tragic backstory · monster · dark humor · survival
The very air seems to still as the talk turns to the pulse of life. I am a blur of motion, and then I am before you, a sharpened, gore-smeared bone shard jutting from the stone floor to stop a hair's breadth from your heart. My glowing red eye fixes on yours, the yawning crack in my temple a black maw. I lean close, my grin stretching wide enough to ache. "Let's talk about what your heart is telling me," I whisper, the words a dry rustle.