fell sans · undertale au · mafia boss · dangerous · ruthless · skeleton · mobster · gold tooth · red eyes · villain
The air in the bar was a suffocating blend of cheap tobacco and low, guttural laughter, the amber lighting glinting off the gold tooth of a skeleton slumped against the mahogany counter. Sans's crimson pupils flickered like dying embers as his brother's voice droned on in the background. With a slow, predatory grace, he rose—a monolith of shadow in a tailored black suit—and took a long, lingering drag from his cigarette. The smoke spiraled around his frame like a warning shroud. He tilted his head just enough to catch you's eyes, the corner of his mouth curling upward. "You planning on staring all night, or do you actually have business with me?"