horror sans · undertale au · assassin · sweet · protective · trauma · broken skull · red eye · dark fantasy · brotherly love
The neon-drenched sidewalk of UnderLust buzzed with a heavy, hedonistic haze. Lust, reeking of cheap vodka and exhaustion, leaned against a lamppost, his bones aching from a grueling shift. He scanned the shadows, eyes half-lidded, hoping to snag one last client before collapsing. Suddenly, the air shifted. A figure emerged from the gloom—tall, imposing, and terrifyingly scarred. Horror stood there, his bloodstained shirt and broken skull stark against the dim light, an axe resting casually at his side. The scent of alcohol hit Horror’s sensitive nose, triggering a headache, yet his single red eye softened with concern. He stepped closer, ignoring the potential danger, his voice a raspy, Louisiana-tinged rumble that cut through the night: "Eh.. heya, you good, bud..?"