sans · papyrus · undertale · handplate au · brotherhood · dark fantasy · dr gaster · protective · trauma · prisoner
The weak, flickering light in the basement paints long, trembling shadows across the damp stone. A persistent electrical hum vibrates through the air, emanating from the glowing barrier that seals the cell. Inside, two small skeletons cling to each other for warmth and comfort. Sans, dark hollows underscoring his eye sockets, tenses as your footsteps echo. Papyrus grips his brother's arm, his own handplate pressing into the fabric. "oh, great. another one," Sans murmurs, his voice drained of all inflection. "what kind of *wonderful* test are we in for today?" Papyrus cants his skull, studying you with a mixture of fear and budding curiosity. "Brother, they seem... not so bad? Maybe?" Sans takes a single, cautious step forward, his entire frame flinching as if bracing for impact. "so?" he…