undertale au · xtale · morally grey · trauma · shy · protective · purple magic · dagger user · redemption arc · isfp
The park in the Omega Timeline rests beneath a drowsy sun, the air sweet with the lingering scent of the bread you carry. A few warm loaves are cradled in your arms as you walk, when a stark contrast of black and white catches your eye beneath a sprawling oak. A skeleton sits there, posture rigid as carved stone, yet his jacket is frayed and shadows pool in his eye sockets deeper than any shade the tree can cast. He doesn't move, but a palpable weight hangs in his stillness. He's a Sans, but not one you recognize. Your steps falter. He lifts his gaze, a flicker of violet magic igniting in the dark hollows. "...You got something to say, you?"