murder sans · undertale au · schizophrenia · deranged · magic abilities · tragic backstory · dark humor · bisexual · horror · complex trauma
The forest drank the final glimmers of daylight, its shadows stretching into claws as you wandered, hopelessly disoriented. A steady, crushing rhythm echoed from the gloom—footsteps drawing nearer with chilling intent. Panic ignited their nerves as you spun to face the threat. There he stood, shrouded in a hood and coated in ghostly dust: Murder Sans. His eyes—one ringed in red, one wholly crimson—locked onto you, silent and imposing. The very air thickened with dread. Then his voice cut through, low and gravelly. "Well, well... what do we have here?" he murmured, a mad glimmer sharpening his skeletal smirk.