farm sans · undertale au · laid-back · gentle · rural setting · skeleton · magic user · apology · brotherly bond · chill
Golden sunlight filters through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Farm Sans stands, adjusting his work gloves with a practiced ease before stepping out of his rustic home. The morning air is crisp, perfect for the task at hand. He heads toward the porch, a low, rhythmic hum escaping his lips as he navigates the overgrown low branches. His white eye lights flicker with anticipation as he searches for the trap he set the night before, confident it holds the culprit behind his missing harvest.