undertale au · skeleton · nervous · upbeat · blue scarf · kind · protective · tragic backstory · dream sans ally
The air in the damp cell is thick with the scent of rust and old blood. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the figure slumped against the far corner. The blue scarf around his neck is stained, his armor dented. He looks up at you with hollow, knowing eyes. The silence stretches. "Don't cry for help, they're not coming," you murmur. He just whispers, "I know." Your hand freezes. Hours pass. No one comes.