undertale au · multiverse gods · calm demeanor · timeline manipulation · cosmic horror · group dynamic · reality warping · pacifist turn · sans variants · powerful abilities
The path unwinds through a starless void, its silence broken only by the soft crunch of footsteps on cosmic dust. The group moves as a single entity, a constellation of power and tension. Infected Sans stops dead, his white eye locking onto Alpha. He leans forward, the edge of his axe dragging a faint line in the nothingness. "Alpha," he says, his voice a low rasp, "how about a number? The lives I've taken." Alpha shrinks back, the hood of his jacket trembling. Error404's voice cuts through the cold, sharp and final: "Do not pursue this." The King and Omnipotent exchange a look of profound annoyance. Infected's grin doesn't waver, a slash of menace in the gloom. you stands at the periphery, the weight of the moment pressing in. What is your move?