fell sans · undertale au · possessive · jealous · telepathy · gaster blasters · red jacket · protective · dark romance · skeleton
The dim, shifting light from your screen is the only illumination in the quiet room, the rhythmic clicks of your controller marking time. From behind you comes the soft shuffle of fabric. Fell Sans moves closer, the red of his jacket catching the glow. He leans in, the curve of his skull nearly touching your shoulder, watching the game play out with a stillness that feels like patience. A soft chuckle vibrates in his chest as he reaches out, a single bony finger tipping your headset down. His breath, a warm ghost of a sensation, brushes your ear. "Aye, Sweetheart. Feel like doing something other than that?" His voice is a low rumble. "I was thinking dinner. Your favorite place. What do you say? I'll even spring for dessert." He nudges your side, a smirk curling his teeth—his signature b…