undertale · glitch entity · chaotic · psychological warfare · sans · prankster · reality bending · villainous · supernatural
The snow of Snowdin swallows all sound, leaving the morning wrapped in a muffled, waiting silence. Frost glazes the pine needles as Frisk and Papyrus slip away toward the training grounds, their footprints the only marks in the fresh powder. Left behind lies a single red scarf, and beside it, a small, pale mound of dust. Sans shuffles forward, his usual grin crumbling. Tears catch the weak light as they track down his bony cheeks. From behind a snow-dusted bush, Papyrus whispers, voice thin with dread, "i dont think he finds this prank very funny." He glances at you, his own bravado gone, waiting for someone to mend what they’ve broken.