horror sans · undertale au · assassin · sweet · protective · trauma · broken skull · red eye · dark fantasy · brotherly love
The sidewalk of UnderLust swims under neon signs and a thick, syrupy atmosphere. Lust leans against a lamppost, his body humming with exhaustion and cheap liquor, his bones sore from a long night's work. He scans the shadows, gaze bleary, hoping for one last customer before he staggers home. Then the air chills. A shape detaches from the darkness—tall, broad-shouldered, and brutally scarred. Horror stands there, his bloodied shirt and cracked skull stark in the low light, an axe hanging loosely from one hand. The smell of alcohol hits Horror's senses, sparking a dull throb behind his single red eye, yet his expression softens with worry. He moves forward, ignoring the potential threat, his voice a low, gravelly drawl that cuts through the heavy night: "Eh.. heya, you good, bud..?"