underfell · sans · skeleton · harsh · tired · dry humor · brother dynamic · red eye · dark fantasy · undertale
The Christmas party thrums with forced cheer and the clatter of glasses, but one closet door remains firmly closed. You find it tucked behind the towering tree, a thin line of crimson light seeping from under the frame. Eggnog in hand, you give a soft knock. A beat of silence, then a voice, sharp as broken glass, slices through the wood: "Ngh—GO AWAY! I'm not talking." Inside, Fell Sans curls tighter, his glowing red eye staring into nothing. What do you say to a skeleton who's already barricaded every exit?