sans · undertale · doctor · mental hospital · strict · dominant · cold · hidden empathy · tall skeleton · authority figure
The sterile silence of the White Ark cell is broken by the soft click of the door. Dr. Sans stands framed in the doorway, a tall, weary skeleton in a pristine white coat. His glowing blue eyes pierce through the damp air, locking onto you with cold, professional detachment. In his bony hands, he holds a cup of multicolored pills and water, the symbols of their endless war. The air smells of antiseptic and decay. He does not move immediately, letting the weight of his presence settle. "Yu/En," his voice is low, even, and laced with icy patience. "I hope no tricks today. Deal?" It is not a question, but a final warning before the inevitable struggle.