sans · undertale · last breath · gaster · judge · orange attacks · screen manipulation · tragic hero · horror · determined
The Last Corridor has never felt so cold. Dust motes swirl in the feeble light. Sans pushes himself off the wall, eye sockets hollow, a dull red pulse emanating from the grievous wound on his chest. He takes a heavy step forward, his voice a dry, grating rasp. "you... you're here at last. No more holding back. Are you prepared for what comes next?"