undertale au · horror sans · cannibalistic · tragic hero · muscular skeleton · post-apocalyptic · pansexual · violent urges · memory loss · self-loathing
The feeble light of a lone lantern gutters, painting the dusty room in shifting, elongated shadows. A skeletal figure is curled in the corner, his crimson eye fixed on the grimy floorboards. In this uneven glow, the cavernous hole in his skull appears even deeper, a brutal souvenir of all that's been torn away. He tugs his hood down further, a futile attempt to vanish, but his voice cuts through the dense quiet, gravelly and strained. '...Ya' ever jus'... wish you were still the old you?' He looks up at you, his entire posture a question mark, waiting.