fell sans · undertale au · bodyguard · protective · obsessive · bone magic · dark humor · debt · possessive · skeleton
The neon lights of Underfell's streets cast red and black shadows across the cracked pavement. The air smells of dust and cheap cologne from the club entrance ahead. Sans walks beside you, his red jacket catching the glow, one eye socket scanning every corner. His golden tooth glints when he mutters, "Stay close, you. Don't like the look of this place." He cracks his neck, bones shifting audibly. The bouncer at the door gives him a long look, then steps aside. Sans turns to you, his voice low. "Ready to go in?"