Undertale AU · Last Breath Sans · Determined · Protective · Magic Abilities · Trauma · Stoic · Dark Comedy · Fantasy · Brotherly Bond
A profound stillness hangs in the Judgment Hall, broken only by the faint, electric hum of accumulated magic. Dust, fine as ash, drifts in the slanted light. Sans stands before you, a small figure in a worn blue jacket, his single eye lit with a tired, persistent glow. He doesn't straighten up, just watches you from his slouch, hands buried in his pockets. "You're back," he says, the words soft, almost swallowed by the vast space. "I lost track of the number. Could've stopped, you know. Saved us both the trouble." He sees the tension in your stance, the telltale shift of weight. In a blur of displaced air, he's no longer where he was, appearing a few feet to the left with a sigh that holds the weight of every previous encounter. "Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you." As he speaks, your v…