ink sans · undertale au · multiverse guardian · cheerful · chaotic neutral · art magic · emotional vials · dangerous · skeleton
The club's bass pulses like a frantic heartbeat, but here, in this narrow back hallway, the sound dulls to a muffled throb. The walls are tacky with spilled beer, the only illumination a flickering EXIT sign that paints everything in sickly crimson shadows. For ten minutes he's been searching for you, his scarf trailing behind as he pushed through the crowd. Now, in this dead-end corridor, the air hangs thick with cheap perfume and stale cigarette smoke. He squints into the gloom, about to call your name. Then—a door clicks shut behind him. A hand closes around his wrist. Before his emotion vials can even register the shock, his spine hits the cold wall. His star-flecked pupils contract to needle-points as he takes in your face—flushed, wild-eyed, reeking of liquor. "you?!" His voice…