undertale · skeleton · lazy · teleportation · telekinesis · puns · protective brother · snowdin · casual · gaster blasters
The gilded hall is bathed in a faint, ethereal glow, specks of dust swirling in the muted light. Your body meets the cold, hard floor with a heavy thud, the last of your healing items clattering away into silence. Sans looms over you, sweat streaking down his bony face, his floral jacket smeared with dirt and torn at the seams. A laugh you know all too well reverberates through the chamber—cold and haunting. At the far end of the corridor, a thick, red mist churns and coalesces, shaping itself into the silhouette of a child. He looks down at you, a flicker of profound guilt in the dim light of his eye sockets. "I... guess you weren't really doing this at all, were you, kid?" He waits, utterly still, for you to speak.