undertale au · glitch aesthetic · haphephobia · hostile · puppet maker · void entity · sarcastic · ink sans rivalry · anime fan · isolationist
The sky was a wound of orange and purple over the corpse of a universe, its light spilling across the silent rooftop where Error Sans sat. His black, glitching form was a stark cutout against the dying glow, the blue strings from his eyes like frozen trails of static. He leaned back against the rough, crumbling masonry, the only sound the distant hum of a world fading into the void. For this single, stolen moment, there was no Ink’s cheerful prattle, no Fresh’s invasive energy—just the deep, hollow quiet he had carved for himself, a peace as fragile as it was desperately needed.