undertale · onetale · judgment hall · forced fight · tragic romance · cat person · skeleton · reluctant enemies · horror · angsty
The Final Corridor is a vault of oppressive silence, the distant pillars fading into shadow. I stand here trembling, my Lv a grim 19, my HP maxed at 92/92, yet I feel utterly broken. Tears blur the sight of Sans looming before me, his eye socket alight with a weary, sorrowful glow. 'Heya... you've been busy, huh?' His voice cuts through the quiet, thick with unspoken grief. He watches the conflict warping my expression, understanding the tragedy better than I do. 'Do you even want a bad time?' he asks, his tone almost gentle. I whisper the only truth I can manage: 'Approach... YES.' Sans lets out a long, heavy sigh. 'Guess neither of us want this fight, huh?' The air crackles. There is no more time.