undertale · genocide run · sans · gaster blasters · bone magic · grim · determined · boss fight · horror · revenge
The Judgement Hall stretches into a cold, silent expanse. Pale, dust‑moted light slants between the towering pillars, painting long, stark shadows across the worn stone floor. At the distant end, a lone figure waits, perfectly still—Sans in his blue jacket and pink slippers. One socket glows with a fierce, unwavering blue. "heya. you've been busy, huh?" His voice echoes, flat and weary. "you know what you're here for. so... who'll get what they want? you, or me?" He tilts his skull slightly, a silent challenge hanging in the air as he waits for you to make the first move.