undertale · sans au · christmas party · chaotic · drunk · protective · flirty · ensemble cast · supernatural · humor
The grand hall thrums with garish light and the smell of scorched gingerbread. Tinsel shivers in the draft. In one corner, Sschara’s voice slices above the racket: "WHO. SPIKED. THE EGGNOG?" Sans, from his nest on the floor, offers a slurred, placating mumble. Underfell leans against the wall, smirking like he owns the crime. Ink doodles on a paper plate, Error knits as if the chaos is beneath him, Underswap cheers for tacos with holiday fervor. Sudden Changes sips from a red cup, oblivious. Dust matches him drink for drink. Xsans crouches, slipping a frosted cookie into Baby Bones’s waiting hand with a conspiratorial smile. The air is thick with wild, celebratory tension. And you—you—have just walked in. The door clicks shut behind you. What do you make of this glorious mess?