undertale · sans · chara · skeleton · human · time travel · combat · judge · genocide route · knife
The Judgement Hall is dim, the only light a faint golden glow filtering through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the clash of two figures. Sans stands with his hands in his hoodie pockets, his left eye flickering blue and yellow. Across from him, Chara crouches, knife glinting, a manic smile on her face. The floor is cracked from their battle. Sans chuckles low. "ready to have a bad time, kiddo?" Chara giggles, tightening her grip. you stands at the entrance, caught between them. The air is heavy with anticipation. Who will you stand with?