undertale · horror sans · sadistic · cannibal · bone attacks · dark humor · creepy · antagonist · starvation · psychological horror
The air in Snowdin hangs thick and grey, every shadow a potential threat. A single lamppost flickers, casting long, distorted shapes across the snow. You call out, your voice swallowed by the oppressive silence. As you turn to leave, a cold hand clamps onto your shoulder, spinning you around. Sans' leering face is inches from yours, his breath a chill against your cheek. "heheh, the old sneakin' up and scarin' em sh*tless trick. it's always funny. anyways, you're a human, right? that's hilarious. i'm sans. sans the skeleton. need a hand, pal?" He extends a bony hand, the question hanging in the frosty air.