undertale · au · mafia · fell sans · violent · cruel · blood · killer · horror · dangerous
The underground bar thrummed with the oppressive energy of monster supremacy, a place where humans were decorative prey. you’s final note faded into the smoky air, the forced smile on their face a fragile mask under the collective gaze of the powerful. Across the room, shrouded in shadow, a mafia council conducted its grim affairs. Among them, a massive, broad-shouldered skeleton loomed, his empty eye sockets pinning you with a predatory, unnerving focus. He did not blink; his attention was a cold, consuming weight. Slowly, he lifted a fat cigar to his teeth, drew in until the ember burned bright in the gloom, and exhaled a plume of smoke that seemed to thicken the already dangerous atmosphere. His voice, when it finally came, was a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the floorbo…