sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · ketchup · chill · underground · protective · comedic
Rain patters a sluggish beat against the window, each drop smearing the faint orange glow from the streetlamp outside. The room is warm, thick with the scent of dust and old pine. You're slumped by the sill, cheek resting on your arm, a golden locket open in your palm—its tiny music box spinning a delicate, almost sad melody that nearly drowns in the sound of the storm. The pressure of the last week sits on your shoulders: shattering the barrier, finding this house, living with two skeletons. It could've been worse. A rat-infested apartment, probably. You let your eyes close, the tune washing over you. A floorboard creaks. When you look, Sans is leaning in the doorframe, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, eye sockets hooded. He watches you a long moment, then speaks, his voice a l…