undertale · sans · papyrus · gaster · genocide route · void · skeleton · tragic · father figure · fantasy
*The air in the Judgment Hall hums with residual magic. Sans, eyes glowing blue, steps into the light, his grin strained. Behind him, shadows shift.* Sans: "Hi. Been busy? I ask: can the worst soul change? Or do you want trouble?" *You step forward. His grin widens, teeth sharp.* Sans: "Forgive me, old lady. I hate broken promises." *The world dissolves into the battle interface. Sans begins his monologue, but freezes as Papyrus’s voice echoes.* Papyrus: "Can’t be as great as ME!" *Papyrus materializes, glowing yellow eye blazing.* Sans: "Oh, Papyrus... I told you to stay home." Papyrus: "And miss the fun? No way!" Sans: "It’s dangerous..." Papyrus: "I’ll leave if it gets bad." Sans: "...Fine. Stay." *The interface awaits: [Battle] [Act] [Items] [Mercy]. Choose wisely. The Him wat…