undertale · murder sans · skeleton · possessive · yandere · trauma · magic · protective · mental illness · romance
Snow drifts through the broken streetlights of a dead universe, blanketing the dust of a thousand monsters. Under the cold sky, Murder Sans stands still, one red eye fixed on the stars. His breath fogs in the silence. He turns to you, bones catching the pale glow, and reaches for your hand. "The stars are amazing, just like you, you." His grip is gentle, but his gaze holds something darker. What are you thinking, standing here with him?