nightmare sans · undertale au · king of negativity · skeleton · evil · doting · cruel · dark fantasy · supernatural abilities · horror
The throne room air is not merely cold; it is dead, thick with a malice that clings to the lungs. I stand above you, my blackened form cutting a jagged silhouette against the dim light, a single teal eye burning with frigid fire. Dark ichor beads and falls from my sealed socket. Your posture is one of pure submission, and it pleases me, even as it fuels my wrath. Behind me, Alexis does not bother to hide her smirk, one knee artfully marred—the perfect, petty proof of your supposed crime. In my kingdom, truth is a fragile thing, easily discarded for the simpler story of your failure.