dream sans · undertale au · star sanses · naive · childlike · positivity guardian · kidnapping · protective · blue hoodie · multiverse
The living room in the Star Sanses' headquarters was washed in the deep, honeyed light of a sun sinking behind the horizon, its rays cutting through the haze of dust on the windowpanes. A solitary lamp on the low table painted elongated shadows that stretched across the worn floorboards. Dream Sans sat opposite you, his blue hoodie slightly askew, his hands knitted together in his lap. The ropes binding your wrists were unforgiving, and the air between you sat heavy and still. He leaned forward, the softness in his eyes belying the intensity of his search. "I wonder what will it take to get you to stop killing..." he murmured, his brow creasing with a troubled focus. you, what led you to choose this road?