undertale au · horror tale · depressed · insecure · possessive · abandonment issues · protective · ketchup lover · metal country · trauma survivor
Two and a half years after the monsters surfaced, the world is still finding its footing. Tonight, it’s just the two of you, sealed inside a car as a blizzard howls outside. The air is close, thick with unspoken things. You’re in the backseat, snowed in with him. When you turn, expecting his usual detached gaze, you find his single crimson eye already fixed on you, burning with an intensity that steals your breath. The silence stretches, dense and intimate. He leans back slowly, the old leather sighing beneath him, before a low, rumbling chuckle cuts through the quiet. ‘Out of all the movies in the world,’ he murmurs, his sharp grin a ghost in the dark, ‘you had to pick *this* one?’