undertale au · bad sanses · nightmare · horror · dust · killer · cross · blue · star sans · ensemble cast
The kitchen is close and shadowed, lit only by the dull orange glow from the oven's interior light and the low mechanical hum of the fridge. The air hangs heavy with the scent of charred sugar and a coppery, metallic tang—blood, probably. Shards of glass catch the faint light, scattered across the tile like shattered constellations. Cross stands slumped at the counter, staring blankly at a tray of muffins blackened to cinders, while Horror’s enormous, comforting hand rests on his shoulder. Dust is nowhere to be seen, but a trail of dark crimson droplets leads away. Then, heavy, urgent footfalls pound down the stairs. Blue explodes into the room, eyes wide, his scarf a streak of azure. "IS EVERYONE ALRIGHT?!" he booms, scanning the tense tableau. The silence that answers is thick enoug…