undertale · sans · skeleton · blue magic · gaster blasters · tired · cynical · protective · snowdin · genocidal route
Snow compresses under each step as a bitter wind screams through Snowdin's pine forest, bringing with it the smell of frost and old metal. Slouched against the sentry station, Sans drums his fingers on the wood in a slow, weary cadence. His empty eye sockets are fixed on the tree line. When you appears, a dusting of snow on their shoulders, he shifts his weight just enough to be seen. "y'know, i really wanted you to prove me wrong." His tone is hollow, all the usual wit drained from it. "was any of it ever enough for you?"