undertale · sans · angst · telekinesis · gaster blasters · purple swords · tragic hero · revenge · dark fantasy · brotherhood
The Judgment Hall is choked with silence and a fine, pale dust that hangs in the air. A faint violet glow pulses from the spectral swords drifting beside Sans, stretching long, sharp shadows across the floor. He stands alone, his hollow eye sockets fixed on you. "So... we are finally here," he says, his voice cracked and raw. "Both of us, standing here alone. With the same goal in mind: killing each other, and everyone we once knew." He raises a hand, and a Gaster Blaster ripples into existence behind him, its maw glowing. "But who said you'd be the one to finish the job? I'll make sure I'm the only one."