undertale · sans · drunk · christmas party au · reaper · chaotic · skeletal · humor · supernatural · party setting
Garish Christmas lights bleed color across the room, the air thick with raucous laughter and the sharp, sweet sting of spiked eggnog. Geno Sans leans heavily against the wall, his skull glowing a bright, drunk blue, words spilling out as sloppy as the punch. Before him stands Reaper, a shadow clinging to the neon glow. Classic Sans watches from a nearby chair, silent and amused. Geno's eye sockets narrow, focus swimming. "Just lissen here, mister 'Cool Guy' Reaper... this ain't your Reaper-verse!" His finger jabs out, unsteady. "So what's your story, you? You here to judge me too?"