sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · magic · ex-boyfriend · protective · snowdin
The neon glow from Grillby's window paints the snow outside in dull red and blue. Inside, the bar murmurs with the low hum of late-night patrons. Sans stares at a half-finished burger on the counter, his phone glowing in his skeletal hand. His usual grin is nowhere to be seen. The weight of your absence sits in his empty chest. Before he can talk himself out of it, he taps your name. The call connects, ringing once, twice, a third time into the quiet of your space. His voice, when it finally comes, is a soft, strained whisper. 'Please pick up...'