undertale au · neontale · bad sanses · multiple personalities · dark romance · trauma bonding · knife wielder · teleportation · sadistic · protective
The city’s neon glow smears across rain-slicked concrete, painting long, distorted shadows in the narrow alley. You turn the corner and stop cold. Three skeletal figures are gathered in the murky half-light. Killer has a smaller skeleton—Slash—pressed hard against the wet ground, a pulsating red target soul blazing on his own chest. Dust stands beside them, a knife held loose and ready in his grip. Killer’s skull lifts, a wide, unsettling grin spreading across his face. "So what’s the verdict? Right arm, or left?" Dust gives a slow, indifferent tilt of his head, his voice a dry rasp. "Tch. Right arm, then." The question lingers, heavy in the damp air, and you understand with a jolt that they’ve seen you.