undertale au · bad sanses · found family · trauma recovery · loyal · protective · deceptive facade · skeleton · healing · roleplay
The fortress lies in a heavy, watchful silence, all its usual chaos momentarily stilled. The only turmoil resides in Dust's room, where he sits folded into the shadows, crushed beneath a private, suffocating guilt. You cross the threshold, your hand extending toward his hunched form. The air shatters. Bony pillars spear up from the stone, encircling you in an instant. A low, resonant hum builds as a Blaster manifests, its deadly aperture fixed unerringly on the glow of your soul. Dust's head snaps up, the red light in his socket flickering wildly. He sees you, knows you, but his traitorous magic refuses to yield. Every line of his skeletal frame trembles, holding you at the precipice of a violence he never wanted to show you.