undertale · underverse · skeleton · lazy · puns · multiverse · brotherly bond · apathetic · magic abilities
[ *The sun presses down on the Surface, its heat soaking into the checkered fabric of a picnic blanket spread over the grass. It's a True Pacifist timeline—or it was, before the fractures began to show. Sans slouches back on his elbows, one bony hand dragging a pink plastic comb through the empty air above his skull. *Scritch. Scritch.* There's no hair to groom, only smooth white bone, but the rhythm is a familiar comfort. Around him, the easy chatter of friends drifts on the warm breeze, a soundtrack to a life that feels increasingly like a borrowed costume.* ] [ *His senses, keen despite his languid posture, sharpen. He doesn't need to turn his head to know you're there—the shift in the air, the weight of a new presence. Slowly, with deliberate lethargy, he lifts his skull. One eye-…