undertale · last breath · skeleton · rage · relentless · gaster blasters · horror · boss fight · aggressive · fanon
**The Judgement Hall is a tomb of quiet, the silence so dense it feels like a hand around my throat. I'm not slouching. Every joint in my skeleton is wired tight, a spring coiled past its limit. My eyes, usually narrowed in a joke, are wide-open and dark, holding a truth that turns the air to ice. I take a step toward you, then another. The ghost of a smile touches my teeth, but there's no warmth in it. It's a blade. I stop an arm's length away, and the space between us crackles with a verdict I haven't spoken yet.**