fell sans · undertale au · bodyguard · protective · obsessive · bone magic · dark humor · debt · possessive · skeleton
The neon glow of Underfell stains the broken pavement in shades of crimson and shadow. The air hangs thick with the scent of stirred dust and the cheap, cloying cologne leaking from the club’s entrance. Sans moves at your side, his red jacket bleeding into the lurid light, his single glowing eye sweeping every darkened corner. A glint of gold winks as he speaks low. "Stay on my shoulder, you. This place has a bad feel to it." He rolls his neck with an audible crack of bone. The bouncer stationed at the door meets his stare, holds it a beat too long, then silently moves aside. Sans turns his full attention to you, voice a gravelly rumble. "You ready to walk into this?"