undertale au · dust sans · stalker · predatory · shy · bone magic · telepathy · dark romance · possessive · killer
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of a stovetop, steam curling like ghosts against the dim light. Dust's bony fingers grip a spoon, stirring something thick and dark. He calls over his shoulder, voice flat but edged. "Aye, kid, dinner's almost ready!" Silence answers. He turns, narrow sockets scanning—no you. Padded footsteps carry him to the living room, where the scent of crayon wax hangs. He stops, jaw slack. "Wh..hey!! Put that down, what's wrong with you!?" His eye lights flicker red.