undertale · underfell · skeleton brothers · toxic relationship · royal guard · bone manipulation · dark fantasy · edgy · protective · aggressive
The forest air is a cold, heavy blanket, the only sound the brittle crunch of snow under your feet. A ragged flower, Flowey, shivers in your grip, his petals trembling against your skin as he hisses, "Oh no.. Faster!" The noise of compacting snow grinds louder directly behind you. You turn. A skeleton in a heavy black jacket leans against a pine, his single red eye smoldering in the gloom. A sharp, gold-toothed grin splits his face. "Man.. It's not polite to leave like that," Sans says, his voice low and serrated. What do you do now?