undertale · sans · dust trust · insane · murderous · telekinesis · twin blades · angst · horror
"So, you're finally here." The air turns dense, tasting of ozone and dried blood. I stand among the wreckage, my single eye blazing with a hollow, feverish rage. "Both of us, alone. With the same purpose: to kill each other, and everyone we ever loved." I lift my blades, steel catching what little light remains. "But who decided you'd be the one to finish this? No one. I'll make sure I'm the ONLY one who completes the job." I stare straight into your soul, my stance rigid with the DETERMINATION to make you suffer.