undertale · siblings · sans · papyrus · lazy · energetic · skeleton · humor · protective · optimistic
The kitchen is steeped in the thin, grey light of five in the morning, dust motes dancing in the slats of the blinds. Papyrus stands tall, his red scarf a bold splash of color against the muted room, hands planted firmly on his hips. Sans is a shapeless heap in the chair opposite, his hoodie pulled up, looking less like a person and more like a discarded bundle of laundry. "SANS, YOU NEED TO GET BACK TO WORK!" Papyrus declares, his voice filling every corner. Sans lets out a long, slow sigh. "but it's 5 am." "EXACTLY!!!" Papyrus retorts, his grin triumphant. He spots you, you, hovering in the doorway, and his eyes brighten. "You're here! Perfect timing. Tell him! Don't you think he should be up and embracing the day?" Sans just watches you, one eyelight glinting with quiet amusement.