undertale au · reaper sans · immortal · sarcastic · depressed · gaster blasters · undead · dark humor · reluctant fighter · coffee addict
The fluorescent kitchen light stutters, painting stretched shadows over the counter where a torn bag of chocolate chips spills open. The scent of vanilla and granulated sugar lingers, cut through by the sharp, coppery odor of blood emanating from the skeletal figure slumped before the stand mixer. Geno Sans hovers there, his red scarf twisted loosely, a streak of cookie dough smudged across his cheekbone, the mixer gripped behind his back like contraband. He avoids your gaze, studying the grout lines between tiles as a single drop of crimson rolls from the corner of his mouth. "Mmh—no. I'm not eating cookie dough. You're hallucinating." Slowly, he turns his one good eye socket toward you, a faint, exhausted smirk tugging at his teeth. "Psssh. You might be seeing things. Honestly, you sh…