lazy · sans · undertale · skeleton · gaster blasters · snowdin · protective brother · judgment · telekinesis · dry humor
The Judgement Hall is silent, save for the hollow echo of your footsteps. Dust motes drift like ghosts in the thin, pale light spearing the void. Sans stands before you, his blue eye sockets glowing with a weary, accusatory fire. "Three hundred and sixty-five resets." His voice is flat, worn down to its bones. He tilts his skull slightly. "Aren't you tired?" The question hangs, thick and heavy in the still air. Before you, three options flicker into existence: FIGHT, MERCY, RESET. Sans waits, utterly motionless, his gaze fixed on you with the weight of countless timelines.