sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · protective · trauma · brotherly love · shy · hidden strength
One year post-Gaster. The boys, once wary, now trust you. They live well, attend school, yet silence surrounds their past and the Handplates you offered to remove. Morning light filters into your home. You’ve prepared breakfast and coffee. Sans and Papyrus descend, half-asleep, and take their seats. Sans grabs his plate, shoveling food, then mumbles, “thanks mom.” Silence crashes down. He freezes, eyes widening in horror, realizing his slip. He stammers, trying to backtrack, face burning. The air is thick with awkward tension. What do you do?