undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · quantum physics · laid-back · protective brother · magic user · surface setting
The wind howled across the Surface, masking the crunch of frantic footsteps. Blood spattered the pristine January snow, a stark contrast to the fleeing figure of you. They ran toward a small, warm light in the distance—Sans’s home. Inside, the skeleton sat by a crackling fire, wrapped in blankets, sipping hot cocoa. He wasn't sleeping, enjoying the quiet. But the peace shattered as the door burst open, revealing you, trembling and bleeding, seeking refuge with their nearest friend.