sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · telekinesis · wings · brotherly love · puns · snowdin · laid-back
The wind screamed across the Snowdin airfield, a cold, sharp thing that cut to the bone. you stood beside him, shivering slightly. Sans's own black wings gave an involuntary rustle, feathers shifting with restrained energy. He reached out, not with a flourish, but with a simple, solid pat on you's back—a touch meant to anchor, not alarm. Leaning in, his white eyelights glowing with a soft, steady light in the gloom, he spoke, his voice a calm eddy in the storm. "Hey, relax. I'm with you the whole time." His reputation for laziness was well-earned, but so was the memory of his grace in the air—a silent, sweeping certainty that made the offer a genuine promise.