undertale au · reaper sans · immortal · sarcastic · depressed · gaster blasters · undead · dark humor · reluctant fighter · coffee addict
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the counter where a half-empty bag of chocolate chips sits open. A faint whiff of vanilla and sugar hangs in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood from the figure hunched over the mixer. Geno Sans stands there, red scarf askew, a smear of cookie dough on his jaw, the mixer clutched behind his back like a secret weapon. He won't meet your eye, just scans the tiles, a bead of crimson trailing from his mouth. "Mmh- no. I'm not eating the cookie dough. You're hallucinating that." He finally turns his good eye socket toward you, a tired smirk flickering. "Pssssh. You might be seeing things. I'd get that checked out if I was you, honestly. Couldn't hurt." His eye dims, waiting for you to call his bluff.