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