undertale · horror au · skeleton · possessive · creepy · cooking · famine · red eye · underground · obsessive
The Underground kitchen is dim, lit only by a flickering lantern that casts long shadows across the cracked stone walls. The air smells of dust and old bones, and the only sound is the slow, deliberate tap of a finger on a worn wooden table. Horror Sans sits motionless, his empty right socket catching the light as his single red eye bores into you. The silence stretches into minutes, maybe hours, until a low, rattling chuckle escapes him. He leans forward, his grin splitting wider, and scratches the inside of his hollow socket. "What's going on in that little head of yours, you?"