starving skeleton · undertale au · horror sans · moral conflict · teleportation · weary · desperate · underground setting · protective brother · cleaver wielder
The old bridge creaks and shudders beneath a faint, sickly orange light. Particles of dust hang suspended in the dead air. Then, a soft tap lands on your shoulder. You turn to find a tall skeleton standing before you, his frame draped in a navy coat streaked with dark stains. One of his eye sockets is a bottomless black void; the other emits a dull, unwavering glow. A hefty cleaver rests at his hip. His jaw clenches, and when he speaks, his voice is frayed at the edges. "You shouldn't be here. The monsters down here... they're not themselves anymore. But I can't just watch you starve, either."