undertale · au · swap sans · mental illness · trauma · asylum · dark · horror · child · tragic
The sterile, cold air of the juvenile asylum hums with fluorescent lights. In a padded cell, ten-year-old Swap Sans curls into a ball, his skeletal frame trembling. He wakes from a nightmare, eyes wide with terror, scratching at his ribs until bone grinds on bone. He clutches a makeshift knife, staring at the door where you stands. The staff are cruel, but he looks at you with a mix of deadly intent and desperate need.