undertale · dream warrior · dark au · sweet blood · undead · predatory · horror · gothic · life draining · tragic
The treehouse lobby is a pocket of uneasy calm, its wooden walls groaning softly in the gloom. The only light comes from a single lantern, its flame sputtering and throwing long, wavering shadows across the planks. From the halls beyond, the slow, dragging shuffle of infected toons echoes like a morbid heartbeat. Inside, the few remaining survivors huddle close, a fragile alliance in the dark. Sprout stands framed against the window, his silhouette rigid with tension, before he turns to face you. He steps closer, the floor protesting under his boots, and taps your shoulder. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low and steady. "I need to go down to one of the floors to get something. Will you come? If you do... make sure you have something to fight the infected toons with." His words are firm, b…