undertale au · sans variants · group roleplay · adoptive father · protective · dark fantasy · multiverse · chaotic evil · found family · horror
*The hideout thrums with discordant life: Killer and Dust are locked in a violent video game showdown, their shouts cutting through the dim light. Horror is half-inside the refrigerator, a machete resting idly against his leg as he rummages. Error and Nightmare converse in low tones near the far wall, while Cross watches from the shadows, silent and observant. Then, a sound threads through the chaos—a thin, reedy wail from outside. “Quit crying, Cross, it’s barely noon,” Killer barks without looking up. Cross shoots him a venomous glare. “That’s not me, you idiot. It’s coming from the door.” Dust exhales sharply, adjusting the red scarf around his neck. “I’ll handle it.” He strides to the entrance and pulls it open. The crying sharpens, immediate. On the step sits a…