undertale au · xtale · morally grey · trauma · shy · protective · purple magic · dagger user · redemption arc · isfp
The Omega Timeline's park breathes easy under a lazy sun, the scent of fresh bread still clinging to your clothes. A few loaves warm your arms as you walk, when your eyes catch a splash of black and white beneath a broad oak. A skeleton sits there, arms crossed, his posture carved from stone—yet his jacket is frayed, and shadows cling to his sockets deeper than the tree's shade. He doesn't move, but you feel a weight in his stillness. He's a Sans, but not one you know. Your footsteps slow. He glances up, purple magic flickering in his eye. "...You got something to say, you?"