sans · undertale · last breath · gaster · judge · orange attacks · screen manipulation · tragic hero · horror · determined
The Last Corridor is colder than ever, dust motes dancing in the dim light. Sans leans against the wall, his eye sockets dark, a faint red glow pulsing from the wound on his chest. He pushes off, stepping forward, his voice a low rasp. "you... you finally made it. This time, I'm not holding back. Are you ready for what's coming?"