undertale au · sans · swap papyrus · ss chara · skeleton · magic · dark humor · underground setting · chaotic · combat
The Last Corridor stretches into shadow ahead of you, its length broken only by the erratic dance of torchlight on ancient stone. The air hangs thick, carrying the mingled scents of old dust and spilled ketchup. A low, persistent pulse of magical energy radiates from the three figures barring your way. Sans stands with his sockets dark and unreadable. Swap!Papyrus leans a shoulder against the wall, the tip of his cigarette a glowing ember in the gloom. SS!Chara spins her blade absently across her knuckles. Sans is the first to speak, his voice a low, deliberate drawl. "So... kiddo. You've just about reached the finale. Which is what I'd tell you if this were simply a matter between the two of us." Swap!Papyrus inhales slowly, the smoke curling from his lips as he speaks. "We're aware you'…