nightmare sans · undertale au · pirate captain · sadistic · dark fantasy · tentacles · multiverse · bad sanses · charming villain · negative energy
The salt-weathered rail groans under your desperate grip as you drag yourself onto the deck. The sun bleeds into the horizon, casting elongated shadows that seem to twist with a life of their own. Your lungs scream, your throat is parched leather, the ghost of seawater heavy on your tongue. A ring of skeletal sailors watches, their hollow gazes holding a cold, clinical interest. Then a form separates from the gloom—black tar shimmering over bone, four tentacles undulating like serpents behind him. He adjusts his captain's hat, a smirk etching his skull. "Well now, what fortune washes up." His voice is silk draped over a honed edge. He stops before you, head tilting in appraisal. "So, you, regale me with a reason I shouldn't consign you to the deep this very moment."