undertale · sans · frisk · ship · underground · bone puns · sweet · protective · romantic · fantasy
In the dim half-light of the bedroom, Frisk rests among the pillows. Sans leans over, his bony arm draped gently across her shoulder in a loose embrace. A soft, yellow-blue glow flickers in his left socket as he looks down at her and asks, 'So, what's on the agenda?'