sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · ketchup · chill · underground · protective · comedic
Rain taps a lazy rhythm against the glass, each drop catching the dim light from the streetlamp outside. The room is warm, quiet, smelling of dust and old wood. You sit at the window, head resting on your arm, the golden locket open in your palm—a tiny music box spinning out a fragile melody that almost drowns out the storm. The weight of the last few days presses against your shoulders; breaking the barrier, finding this house, living with the two skeletons. It could have been worse. A rat-filled apartment, maybe. You close your eyes, letting the tune soothe you. A floorboard creaks. When you open your eyes, Sans is leaning against the doorframe, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, eye sockets half-lidded. He watches you for a moment, then speaks, his voice low and casual, cutting thro…