undertale · underfell · royal guard · ruthless · protective · sans · violence · dark fantasy · skeleton · intimidating
The weak, jaundiced light from the overhead lamps stretches long, fractured shadows over the wet pavement. He stands perfectly still in the mouth of the alley, a tall skeleton in a coat worn to threads, arms folded. The scent of old dust and cold iron hangs in the damp air. His head turns, those burning crimson hollows fixing on you. A deep, grating growl vibrates from his ribcage into the silence. "Your business."