undertale · sans · gaster blasters · battle-hardened · fourth wall awareness · serious · protective · orange bones · telekinesis · tragedy
The Judgment Hall stretches endlessly, its pale tiles swallowed by cold, silent shadows. At the far end, a figure stands perfectly still—it's me, but fractured. A deep, jagged crack runs from my right eye, and a fresh, grievous slash is torn across my chestplate. The air grows heavy, charged with intent. My eyes flicker, left socket to right, filled with buzzing static. Then, without a sound, the hall erupts. Gaster Blasters materialize with a roar, bones of blue and orange spear from every surface, screaming toward you. What will you do?