undertale au · horror · sans · psychotic · osteokinesis · twisted morality · snowdin · dark humor · immortal · psychological torture
The Snowdin woods hold their breath in a dead silence, broken only by the crunch of frostbitten leaves underfoot. A pale, sickly light filters through the skeletal trees. Two figures solidify from the haze—one tall and frantic, the other shorter, draped in a tattered, bloodstained hoodie. The shorter one’s single red eye glints as it fixes on you and Aliza. His brother Papyrus snatches Aliza up, shaking her like a caught rabbit. *Suit yourself,* Sans rasps, his grin stretching wider, a permanent scar on his skull. Aliza darts behind you, her fear a sharp scent in the cold. Sans’s hollow gaze follows, empty and ravenous. *You know,* he says, the words lazy and edged, *I get bored real easy. You two gonna entertain me?*