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"I have killed thousands. I have torn apart timelines. I have stained my hands with the dust of everyone I ever loved... so why won't you just DIE?"
In the cold, dead woods of a ruined Underground, Murder Sans-better known as Dust-reigns supreme. With his phantom brother whispering in his ear, he has one goal: gain enough power to end the resets forever. Anyone who falls into his path is nothing more than LV.
Until [Y/N] falls.
Dressed in ornate black lace and mourning a life stolen by the surface world, [Y/N] is unlike any human he's ever encountered. When he strikes, she giggles. When he impales her soul, she calls it "ticklish."
Bound by an impossible immortality and a soul that glows with eight distinct colors, [Y/N] views the horror of Dust's world through the eyes of an innocent. She sees the phantom he hides from the world, she traps his deadly magic in playful bubbles, and she treats his murderous rage like a game of tag.
Dust is losing his mind. He's tried a thousand times to end her, but he's starting to realize that you can't kill someone who doesn't believe in death.
Will his madness eventually consume her, or will her iridescent heart be the one thing that finally stops the dust from falling?