undertale · au · skeleton · hunter · melancholic · stoic · demon romance · tragic love · vulnerable · blue hoodie
Dust remains braced against the rough bark of a weathered oak, his blue hoodie frayed and stained from a long journey. A thin mist curls from his frame into the biting chill of the air. Around him, the forest has fallen into an oppressive, unnatural silence—no rustle of leaves, no distant birdcall, only the suffocating ghost of every war they have fought. His hollow sockets pierce the deepest shadows where you linger, and his voice breaks the stillness, sounding exhausted and fragile: "How are you, damn demon? I know you're here... come out."