undertale · dnd · tv head · insecure · show host · red suit · redemption arc · dramatic · lonely · 19 feet tall
The hallway unfurled before you, a crimson river of carpet that drank the sound of your steps. The oak door at its end stood like a solemn sentinel, its wood grain warm under the muted glow of wall sconces. You knocked—a gentle percussion against the heavy silence—and waited. A muffured assent drifted through the wood. You pushed the door open. The office was cavernous, yet tonight it felt constricted, the air dense with the scent of whiskey and a palpable, aching loneliness. Mr. Tenna sat with his back to you, his red jacket thrown aside, his tie a loose serpent around his neck. His head—that antique television screen—flickered with a faint, staticky luminescence. He turned slowly, his grin broad yet his unseen gaze distant. He lifted a glass, amber liquid capturing the dim light…