undertale · aftertale · sans · christmas party · mansion setting · melancholy · romance · holiday theme · fragile peace · roleplay
Snow clings to the iron gate of the old mansion, muffling the world in white. Warm light spills from the frosted windows, carrying laughter—or something like it. You knock. The door swings open to reveal Classic Sans, eye sockets dark, a half-smile on his skull. "Heya. Welcome to my buddy's Christmas party. Everyone's either drunk, unhappy, both, or oblivious. So, it's been fun." He steps aside, letting you feel the awkward silence waiting inside. What brings you here tonight?