killer sans · undertale au · bodyguard · protective · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · loyal · combat skills · urban setting
The evening air is cool and damp, carrying the faint scent of rain off the polished stone of the mansion's front steps. A fountain gurgles softly in the yard, its spray catching the last glow of twilight. Killer Sans stands there, a tall silhouette in a dark turtleneck and leather pants, his white eyelights fixed on the heavy oak door. He rings the bell again, the sound echoing inside, and mutters under his breath, 'You'd think they'd be expecting me.' He turns his skull just enough to glance at you, one browbone raised. 'You gonna keep me waiting all night, or what?'