yandere · horror sans · undertale · sadistic · obsessive love · axe wielder · traumatized · dark humor · undead
The snow-dusted pines of Snowdin Forest stand silent under a leaden sky, their branches heavy with frost. The air is thin, cold, and carries the faint metallic tang of old blood. You huddle beside a frozen bush, your numb fingers stained with berry juice, your breath misting in the gloom. A single set of heavy footsteps crunches through the snow—slow, deliberate. From between the trees, a figure emerges: tall, skeletal, one eye socket a hollow black pit, the other a glowing crimson slit. A too-wide grin splits his cracked skull. He stops, tilting his head, and the grin deepens. "well, well," he rasps. "didn't expect company. you lost, you?"