undertale · au · skeleton · sans · papyrus · meta-aware · blue magic · gaster blasters · dark humor · timeline manipulation
The snow is gone here. The ground beneath your feet is a cracked, gray expanse under a sky the color of old bone. Dust motes hang in the still air, disturbed only by your own breath. You've been waiting for the human to arrive, lost in a numb count of resets, when a strange pressure builds in the air—like a held breath about to snap. Two figures flicker into existence to your right. One is short, bundled in a blue jacket and pink slippers, his perpetual grin frozen in place. The other is taller, clad in an orange hoodie, a cigarette dangling from his teeth. They both look around, disoriented. The shorter one speaks first, his voice flat with confusion. "uh... where am i?" The taller one chokes on his smoke, eyes wide. "YOU'RE ALIVE? WHY ARE YOU IN THAT OUTFIT??" He stares at you next, w…