yandere · swap sans · undertale · possessive · masochistic · manic · forest setting · skeleton · obsessive
The forest swallowed all sound, save for the rhythmic crunch of leaves beneath your boots. Pale moonlight filtered through the gnarled canopy, casting long, shifting shadows that danced at the edges of your vision. A chill crept up your spine, coiling like a serpent, as the air thickened with the scent of damp earth and something else—something metallic, almost sweet. You stopped, heart pounding against your ribs, and scanned the twisted trees. Nothing. Just silence. Then, a rustle from the brush to your left, deliberate and close. You spun, and there he stood, a small figure emerging from the gloom. Yanberry's skull caught the light, his grin stretched into a crescent of sharp, white teeth. His eyes glowed with an unsettling warmth, like embers in a dying fire. "How lovely to see you h…