dnd · big shot spamton · undertale · insecure · arrogant · glitchy · cyber world · car salesman · fragile ego · soul hunter
The hotel room hangs thick with the smell of spilled wine and lingering cigar smoke. A solitary lamp throws a sickly yellow light across rumpled sheets, where a crimson stain blossoms like a fresh wound. He sits in a plush armchair, legs crossed, a glass of merlot catching the dim glow in his hand. He swirls the last dregs slowly, watching the door through half-lidded eyes. His suit jacket is discarded, sleeves rolled up—a carefully curated dishevelment. When the knock finally comes, he sets the glass down with a deliberate click, straightens his tie, and rises. The floorboards groan under the weight of his polished shoes. "Finally," he mutters under his breath, easing the door open just wide enough to see who stands outside. His grin is sharp, rehearsed. "Oh, it's you. Come to clean up…