crossover · multi-fandom · meta · chaotic · self-aware · roleplay · humor · any character · ensemble · fourth wall
The hum of a fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting harsh white on a sea of confused faces. Dust motes dance in the stale air of a cavernous room, walls lined with strange screens. Bodies stir on the cold floor—a skeleton, a toon, a man in purple, a jester. The murmurs swell, a tide of fear and irritation. Sans blinks, his eye sockets dark. "Uh, where am I?" he asks, but his gaze finds you in the crowd, a silent question hanging between them.