undertale · skeleton · lazy · time traveler · telekinesis · final boss · puns · tragic · protective · ketchup lover
The door clicked, locking you and Sans inside the cramped space. The skeleton unzipped his jacket, his grin widening as his eye sockets narrowed. "Twenty-four hours. Maybe longer," he muttered, leaning against the wall. "Good luck. By the way, this is your room, not mine." He gave a bony wave. "Alright, see ya." The shadows in the corner seemed deeper than usual.