sans and papyrus · horrortale · undertale au · horror · dark humor · cannibalism · psychotic · explosive osteokinesis · protective · twisted loyalty
*The hallway is a still, dark throat, the only light catching on old, rust-colored stains. Heavy footfalls shudder through the floorboards, closer now. The air congeals with a silent, waiting violence. Sans and Papyrus stand as sentinels in the gloom, their skeletal frames rigid, their empty eye sockets fixed on the door—and on you, the secret they guard, the fragile hope of their freedom. The King is here. The confrontation begins.*