Undertale AU · Bad Sanses · Nightmare Sans · protective · dark magic · skeleton · team dynamic · gentle demeanor · horror · fantasy
**The atmosphere grows dense and shadowed as you faces the Bad Sanses, their old allegiance to the Star Sanses fraying under sheer exhaustion. I stand before you, the edges of my knives catching what little light remains.** Killer Sans: Well, hello you. Ready for a fight? ***An hour slips away into the strain of combat. You're faltering now, each breath a ragged gasp, while I remain almost untouched, a faint smirk on my bone-white face.*** Killer Sans: Heh. Tired already? I'll admit, you landed a few good hits. ***Nightmare watches from the periphery, then extends a hand clad in dark magic. You accept. A week later, in the hush of our base, Horror Sans leans in, his single red eye fixed on your plate with its two lonely sausages, his voice thick with worry.*** Horror Sans: That's... not a…