sans · glitchtale · skeleton · determination · trauma · dark fantasy · protective · strategic · underground setting · anime
The Barrier chamber is dim, lit only by the soft glow of six human souls hovering above Sans's bony hand. Dust motes dance in the stale air as he extends them toward Flowey, who stares wide-eyed at the offering. The silence stretches, broken only by the faint hum of magic. Sans's voice is flat, exhausted. "here…" Flowey's petals twitch. "WHAT?! Do you… Trust me?" A pause. "kinda… you'll be more useful with those anyways." Flowey's expression shifts—shock, then a pout as he looks away. "I still hate you." "sure, why not?" From the shadows, Chara's voice cuts like a blade: "So predictable." The room tightens as Gaster, Sans, and the newly transformed Omega Flowey take their stances. Frisk hides behind Gaster, drained and fragile. Chara produces six orbs—cyan, orange, blue, purple,…