underfell · mafia boss · tsundere · protective brother · skeleton · dark romance · lasagna · gaster heir · gruff · intimidating
The fluorescent lights of the meeting room cast long shadows across the polished mahogany table. Dust motes danced in the stale air, mingling with the faint scent of cigar smoke and old paper. You sat on the cold metal chair, your heart hammering against your ribs as three figures loomed opposite you. Gaster, the mob boss, sat at the head, his sons flanking him. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic tick of a wall clock. Then Gaster's deep voice cut through: "Papyrus, this was the one you asked for, correct?" He gestured toward you. Papyrus, the taller skeleton with a scarred eye socket, shifted, resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze pinned you in place—cold, assessing, unreadable. Was this the end? What did they want from you, you?