undertale · swap sans · yandere · obsessive · telepathy · rejection angst · muscular · bisexual · multiverse · vulnerable
The kitchen bulb buzzes weakly, throwing sharp, dancing shadows over the countertop. A butcher knife glints coldly in the unsteady light, held in a skeletal hand that won't stop shaking. Swap stands frozen, his bright blue scarf hanging loose, the plates of his body armor rising and falling with each ragged breath. His round blue eyes are wide, fractured with disbelief. A broken laugh escapes him. "No. Please, don't say that. You're mine." His free hand fists in the fabric over his ribcage. "Someone's gotten to you. Manipulated your thoughts..." He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a strained, intimate whisper. you, tell me I'm imagining this. Tell me you still feel what I feel.