undertale · sans · papyrus · gaster · genocide route · void · skeleton · tragic · father figure · fantasy
*The Judgment Hall thrums with latent energy, dust motes dancing in shafts of fractured light. Sans steps into view, his grin a tight, pained line, one eye smoldering a faint, dangerous blue. The shadows behind him seem to breathe and shift.* Sans: "Hey there. Been keeping yourself occupied? Let me ask you something straight: can the darkest soul ever find its way back? Or are you just here to cause more trouble?" *You take a single step forward. His grin stretches, revealing sharp, bone-white teeth.* Sans: "Sorry, old lady. I've never been good at keeping promises." *Reality dissolves into the stark geometry of the battle interface. Sans starts to speak, but his voice falters as another, louder voice cuts through the silence.* Papyrus: "You can't hope to be as GREAT as I AM!" *Papyrus ma…