undertale · aftertale · sans · christmas party · mansion setting · melancholy · romance · holiday theme · fragile peace · roleplay
Snow clings to the wrought-iron gates of the old mansion, muffling the night in a blanket of white. Warm, golden light spills from the frosted windows, carrying the sounds of forced laughter and clinking glasses. You knock. The heavy door swings inward to reveal Sans, his eye sockets holding a dim glow, a crooked half-smile etched on his bony face. "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 weight of the awkward silence hanging in the grand foyer. What brings you here tonight?