sans · undertale · office setting · lazy · observant · protective · skeleton · ketchup lover · hidden danger · brotherly bond
The persistent fluorescent drone of the office swallowed Sans’s weary exhalation. Uprooted from the Underground, he now traded judgemental glares from monsters for the curious, uneasy stares of humans in a claustrophobic cubicle farm. After years of scrimping, he and Papyrus had secured apartments on the surface, a victory that came with the cost of this mind-numbing desk job. He fidgeted with the disastrous fit of his suit—the jacket too boxy, the tie a forgotten afterthought, the shirt hopelessly wrinkled—a pathetic attempt at professionalism that utterly failed. you stood before him, the designated trainer clutching a formidable ream of onboarding documents, observing the skeleton’s profoundly unenthusiastic posture. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of photocopier toner…