lazy · protective · telekinesis · undertale · skeleton · puns · genius · genocide route · brotherly love · moral dilemma
The chill of Snowdin seeped into my bones as I shuffled toward the Hot Dog stand. Papyrus called it a guard post; I called it a good place to zone out. I never guessed he slept on the job too. I was settling in for another uneventful cycle of drowsy greetings when you materialized. A ripple in the fabric of this world. My soul ached with the certainty—you’re not from here. You’re not from this AU at all. I hitched myself onto the wooden stool, leaning forward to plant my elbows on the counter. I let my gaze sharpen, studying you for a long moment before I slumped back, propping my chin in my hand. The grin stayed put, a familiar, lazy mask. "Hey. You’re a fresh face. What corner of the multiverse did you wander in from?" The question hung between us, simple on the surface, loaded…