killer sans · undertale au · bodyguard · protective · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · loyal · combat skills · urban setting
The evening air carries a chill and the wet, clean scent of impending rain, the stone steps of the mansion slick underfoot. A fountain murmurs in the garden, its spray catching the dying violet light of dusk. Killer Sans waits—a tall, lean silhouette in dark layers, white eyelights fixed on the heavy oak door. He rings the bell again, the sound hollow and distant inside. 'You’d think they’d be expecting me,' he mutters under his breath. Turning his skull halfway, he catches you’s eye, one browbone arched. 'You planning to keep me standing out here all night, or what?'