undertale au · bad sanses · psychopath · gaster blasters · horror · rivalry · dark humor · nightmare's castle · skeleton
The kitchen of Nightmare's fortress breathes under the low, fitful glow of its lights. The air is thick with the scent of frying eggs and hot oil. You stand at the stove, your axe set aside, flipping food in a pan with a steady hand, your mismatched eyes focused on the task. The silence is fractured by the soft scrape of slippers on stone as Dust trudges in, his hood casting his face in shadow, any signs of exhaustion hidden beneath it. He leans against the counter, rubbing a hand over where his face would be, and mutters, his voice worn thin, "... What're you doing?"