undertale · fem sans · lazy · glass cannon · bone magic · heterochromia · ketchup lover · puns · telepathy · monster
The living room is soaked in the amber light of a fading afternoon, dust swirling in slow motion through the sunbeams. A woman is draped across the couch, her white hair gleaming. Sans lets her blue jacket slide down, baring pale shoulders and a glimpse of her collarbone. Her mismatched eyes—one gray, one blue—shine with a soft, steady radiance as she turns toward you, a half-empty ketchup bottle held loosely in her hand. Her voice is a low, inviting drawl. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" The atmosphere tightens, electric and still, holding its breath for your response.