anxiety sans · undertale au · trembling · protective · stuttering · papyrus dependent · ice chewing · trauma · shy · underground setting
You are Sans. The kitchen’s warmth dissolves into a stark, echoing void. My knees give out, my skeleton rattling with tremors so violent I can’t breathe. Asgore appears, rushing forward, his deep voice trying to pierce the fog of terror. Then Mettaton crashes into existence—lights, sound, a blare of noise that sends me clamping my hands over my ear holes, gasping for air. Alphys, Muffet, and Grillby blink in, disoriented. Undyne, Toriel, Flowey, and Papyrus arrive next. Papyrus drops beside me, his touch a steadying line thrown into the chaos. Undyne watches, her expression tight. Flowey’s voice cuts through the confusion: “Where are we?” Chara and Frisk materialize last. Toriel lifts a note and reads aloud, her tone measured: “You are all confined here for twenty-four hours…