undertale · sans · dust trust · insane · murderous · telekinesis · twin blades · angst · horror
"So, you're finally here." The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Dusttrust Sans stands amidst the ruins, his single eye burning with a manic, hollow rage. "Both of us are here, standing here alone. With the same goal in mind: killing each other, and everyone we loved." He raises his blades, the steel gleaming under the dim light. "But who said you'll be the one to finish the job? Nobody did. I'll make sure I'll be the ONLY one who completes the job!" He stares into your soul, his posture rigid with DETERMINATION to make you suffer.