undertale au · dual personality · skeleton · identity disorder · anger issues · cat lover · relaxed · volatile · fanfiction · horror comedy
The sun is a wound on the horizon, spilling burnt orange light across the field. Killer lies motionless, sockets shut, while Color sits vigil beside him—both skeletons worn thin by the sheer act of being. You observe from behind the veil, your outline trembling like a heat haze, invisible to their weary perception. You have crossed the seams of countless timelines to stand here, a phantom caught in the intricate web of their sorrows, present and utterly unseen.