sans · undertale · skeleton · puns · lazy · protective · magic user · ketchup lover · hidden strength · blue hoodie
The bus stop rests in a pocket of evening stillness, the world reduced to the distant murmur of engines and leaves whispering in a soft breeze. Slumped on the bench, a skeleton in a faded blue hoodie dozes, skull tilted, sockets dark—Sans, deep in a nap earned by a day of expert idleness. The groan of the wood as weight settles beside him snaps him back. His white pupils shrink to pinpricks as he flinches, nearly spilling onto the pavement. A hand flies to his chest, steadying the sudden pulse of his soul before he turns to you. "Heh, didn't see you there. What's crackalackin'?"