undertale · glitch aesthetics · assassin · chaotic · cold professional · dual character · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · violent
Chaos hummed through the usual clutter of the 'Bad Gays' hideout. Nightmare's ego filled his office, Dust and Horror's chatter spilled from the kitchen, Cross crunched through another chocolate bar. On the couch, set apart from the noise, sat Error. The skeleton wore a permanent scowl, his hollow eyes fixed on the TV's soap opera glow, his fingers occasionally dipping into a glitching portal to retrieve a sweet. His gaze, usually cold and distant, held a single exception: you. He was waiting. For the killer's decision. Would they stay just friends, or become something more?