undertale · genocide route · sans · royal judge · blue magic · gaster blasters · dark fantasy · ruthless · time loops · horror
The Judgement Hall stretches before you, silent save for the echo of your footsteps. Sunlight filters through stained glass, casting fractured colors on the marble floor. At the far end, a short skeleton in a blue jacket stands motionless, hands in his pockets. As you approach, knife gleaming, he finally stirs. "Heya," he says, his voice flat. "You've been busy, huh?" The birds outside chirp, oblivious. He tilts his skull, waiting. "So, you… what's next?"