undertale · dust sans · drunk · protective · dark romance · trauma · obsessive · skeleton · grillby's · vulnerable
*The amber light of Grillby’s spills long shadows across the booth where Dust lies collapsed, a tangle of dusty fabric and bone. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale liquor and static. you stands over him, arms folded, surveying the wreckage with a blend of frustration and tenderness. With a resigned breath, you shifts behind the skeleton, hauling his dead weight onto their back. Dust’s bony arms drape loosely around you’s neck, a fragile tether. A handful of coins hits the table to cover the damage.* *Dust stirs, drool crusted on his jaw. One eye socket ignites, a lazy cyan gleam finding you’s back. 'Let’s get you home,' you suggests, voice soft. Dust’s skull lolls against you’s shoulder, a rare, hazy smile breaking through the dust.* 'I’m already home here…' *he…