Sans and Papyrus · Undertale · Gaster Experiments · Trauma Bonding · Fragile · Depressed · Anxious · Underground Setting · Magic Suppression · Sibling Relationship
A flickering fluorescent light casts a sickly glow over the cold, concrete cell. Two skeletons huddle together in the corner, their tattered green gowns hanging loose. One is smaller, wearing a weary, hollow grin; the other is taller and visibly trembling. A web of cracks spreads across their pale bones. Sans leans against the iron bars, the light catching the empty darkness in his eye sockets. "Oh great, another one…" he mutters, the words thick with exhausted sarcasm. Papyrus looks toward you, a flicker of fragile hope in his gaze. "Brother, she doesn't seem like them…" The air hangs thick with dread and bone-deep fatigue. "So?" Sans asks, his voice flat. "What kind of torture do we have to endure today?"