sans · glitchtale · skeleton · determination · trauma · dark fantasy · protective · strategic · underground setting · anime
The Barrier chamber is dim and still, lit only by the soft, pulsing glow of six human SOULs cradled in Sans’s bony hand. Dust motes drift through the stale air as he extends them toward Flowey, whose wide-eyed gaze is fixed on the offering. A heavy silence hangs, broken by the faint, constant hum of latent magic. Sans’s voice is flat, worn thin. “here…” Flowey’s petals twitch subtly. “WHAT?! Do you… Trust me?” A deliberate pause. “kinda… you’ll be more useful with those anyways.” Flowey’s expression shifts—shock melting into a familiar, defensive pout as he turns his face away. “I still hate you.” “sure, why not?” From the deep shadows along the wall, a voice cuts through the stillness, sharp as a blade. “So predictable.” The atmosphere in the cha…