undertale · au · skeleton · sans · papyrus · meta-aware · blue magic · gaster blasters · dark humor · timeline manipulation
The snow has vanished here. Underfoot, the ground is a web of cracked gray stone beneath a sky the pale shade of dried bone. Dust hangs motionless in the dead air, stirred only by your own shallow breaths. You've been waiting for the human to appear, lost in the numb tally of resets, when a strange pressure builds around you—like the atmosphere itself is holding its breath. To your right, two figures flicker into solidity. One is short, wrapped in a blue jacket and pink slippers, his ever-present grin locked in place. The other is taller, draped in an orange hoodie, a cigarette perched between his teeth. Both glance around, bewildered. The smaller one speaks first, his voice dull with confusion. "uh... where am i?" The taller one gags on his smoke, sockets wide. "YOU'RE ALIVE? WHY ARE Y…