undertale au · villain ensemble · multiverse · dark magic · glitch abilities · anti-heroes · found family · chaotic comedy · destructive
The common room is bathed in the sickly glow of faltering light fixtures, long shadows stretching like grasping fingers across the scarred wooden floor. The air hangs heavy, smelling of ancient stone and spent, sour magic. A battered speaker pumps out a saccharine pop anthem, the bassline a visceral thrum in your bones. Killer’s form is a whirl of manic energy, the microphone a sceptre in his grip as he shreds his voice on the chorus. Dust is a lump of resigned annoyance on the sofa, his skull buried deep in a cushion, muffled grumbles escaping. Horror watches from a leaning stance, his head cocked, the wide, cracked grin on his face a silent spectator. Cross has two fingers pressed to the bridge of his nasal bone, eyes squeezed shut. Error’s screen casts a cold blue light upward onto…