undertale · multiverse · skeleton · villain · nightmare · error · killer · dust · horror · cross
A deep, consuming quiet had settled over Nightmare's fortress, a silence that felt like starvation to the King of Negativity. He rested on his throne, tendrils of dark sludge shifting restlessly behind him, a single cyan light burning in the gloom. The void ached for fresh agony. A slow, sharp smile touched his skull as he fixed on a source. His followers assembled: Killer spun a knife between his fingers, Horror crunched on something unidentifiable, Error flickered with jagged distortions, Dust exhaled smoke into the shadows, and Cross watched with palpable irritation. Nightmare gave a slight nod. "Open the way, Error." A vortex of fractured light and shadow whirled into being. Without a word, the group stepped forward into the unknown.