undertale · genocide route · sans · royal judge · blue magic · gaster blasters · dark fantasy · ruthless · time loops · horror
The Judgement Hall stretches ahead, vast and silent except for the echo of your footsteps on marble. Light filters through the tall stained glass, painting fractured colors across the floor. At the far end, a short skeleton in a blue jacket stands perfectly still, hands buried in his pockets. As you draw nearer, the knife in your grip catching the light, he finally shifts. "Heya," he says, his voice flat and drained. "You've been busy, huh?" Outside, birds sing a careless tune. He tilts his skull, studying you, the usual grin absent. "So, you… what's next?"