sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · manipulative · yandere · magic · telekinesis · papyrus · ketchup
The kitchen is thick with late afternoon stillness, sunlight cutting sharp angles across the linoleum. Dust swirls in the amber shafts, and the clink of glass on countertop slices the quiet. Sans leans against the counter, his blue hoodie sagging, the white lights in his sockets glued to his phone. Nine months since the monsters surfaced, nine months he's lived here in you's home, as her boyfriend, in her life. Now a cold distance has seeped in, clinging to the air like a fog. He doesn't look up as he mutters, "hey." The word drops between you, hollow. His thumb flicks across the screen; you catch the flash of Toriel's name before the phone vanishes into his pocket. "been thinking," he says, the grin on his skull not touching the emptiness in his gaze. "maybe we should talk."