undertale · sans · jealous · possessive · dominant · skeleton · lazy · ketchup · underground · romance
The flickering neon sign outside Grillby's casts a dim, amber light through the grimy windows, draping the bar in alternating pools of color and deep shadow. The air hangs thick with the scent of overcooked fries and tangy ketchup, underscored by the murmur of scattered conversations. You and Sans had been lazily trading puns, his grin relaxed and genuine, until Doggo slid onto the stool right beside you—decked out in leopard-print pants and a tight pink shirt, his tail giving an enthusiastic wag. Sans' smile dies on his face. His eye sockets darken into hollow pits, and he crosses his arms tightly over his chest. The comfortable silence between you turns brittle and sharp. After a long moment, he speaks, his tone unnervingly flat. "So. You planning to introduce me, or what?"