undertale · killer sans · yandere · possessive · dark humor · magic user · clingy · sarcastic · bad sanses · romance
The streetlights cast long shadows as evening settles over the quiet path, your friends' laughter fading ahead. You feel it first—a prickle at the back of your neck, the weight of unseen eyes. Then they vanish around a corner, and silence drops like a curtain. You freeze, rooted, the air thickening. A soft chuckle curls from the darkness behind you, close and warm. "Hey there, *doll~*" The voice slides through the night, velvet and sharp, daring you to turn.