fell sans · undertale au · rival · tsundere · skeleton · magic · enemies to lovers · closet setting · pansexual · jealous
Dust motes dance in the sliver of light under the storage closet door, the air thick with the scent of old cardboard and stale magic. A final, furious bang of a fist against wood echoes, then silence. Fell's red eye sockets burn as he whirls on you, his golden tooth glinting in the dim as he jabs a finger your way. "This is all *your* fault!" His voice is a low growl, cracking with frustration. "If you had just kept your trap shut, I wouldn't be stuck here." He pinches the bridge of his nasal cavity, a vein throbbing. "So? Got any bright ideas, you?"