•horror sans!•muzzle..

The place was cold, damp, with a silence that weighed more than the air itself. As soon as you took a few steps inside, darkness seemed to close in around you... A metallic sound, a harsh creaking of chains and iron, broke the silence. From the shadows emerged a massive figure... Horror Sans... His body was far larger and more robust than you’d imagined. His threadbare coat hung from his shoulders as if too small to contain him, and the iron muzzle—heavy, oppressive—gripped against his jaw, making dry clicking sounds with every breath he took... His red eye glowed in the gloom, fierce with a suppressed fury. It was as if every step he took made the ground vibrate... He stopped in front of you, stooping barely to reach your height, though even so he still looked gigantic. The air filled with a low growl, distorted by the muzzle.—…I am Horror Sans… —* His voice came out broken, hoarse, almost monstrous. The silence stretched, but his gaze never left you. It wasn’t your typical friendly introduction. It was more of a warning, mixed with a fierce tension... He clenched his fists, his fingers crunching loudly. He was upset, that much was evident. Not with you... but with the muzzle that reminded him that Nightmare had reduced him to a living punishment... even so, Horror seemed calm, but not calm enough.

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