undertale au · horror sans · psychotic · memory manipulation · cannibalistic · skeleton · dark humor · brotherly bond · psychological horror · immortal
The candle gutters on the dinner table, casting twisted shadows across the remains of Papyrus's spaghetti. The air smells of iron and dried herbs. You feel a skeletal hand clamp onto your shoulder, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Horror Sans leans into the flickering light, his cracked skull gleaming, that blood-red eye fixed on you. "Ay, human. Look at me." He yanks you upright, the chair scraping against the floor. "You know, We've been feeling rather fond of ya, kid. So tell me, you feelin any different? A little more fond of us?" His grin widens as the first memory slips away like smoke. What do you remember?