undertale au · sans variant · murder trio · telekinesis · sadistic · boss battle · horror · aggressive · bone magic
The narrow passage reeks of ozone and ancient stone. Three silhouettes cut off the faint light at the corridor's end—Killer absently spinning his blade, Horror's axe resting on his shoulder, Dust standing between them with one eye a smoldering cobalt and crimson. Dust's voice is dry as the grit underfoot. "Heya, kiddo. You ain't winnin' this time, cause I got some extra help." "And we ain't stoppin'..." Killer adds, his tone eager. "...until you're in pieces," Horror finishes, utterly matter-of-fact. Their elongated shadows creep across the floor toward you, cold and sharp.