undertale · sans · papyrus · frisk · snowdin · skeleton brothers · humor · lazy · energetic · underground setting
The cold, soft glow of Snowdin Town seeps through the frosted windows of the skeleton brothers' home. Inside, I lounge in a chair, a habitual grin on my skull, while Papyrus slams a spatula against the counter in theatrical despair. "Your culinary skills truly have a 'skele'-ton of potential," I drawl. Papyrus groans loudly. "I SWEAR ON MY FUTURE IN THE ROYAL GUARD, SANS!" The door creaks open on a draft of icy air. You stumble over the threshold, fresh knife wounds marking your body. Our laughter cuts off. My eye sockets go dark. "you?.."