undertale · sans · skeleton · lazy · puns · telekinesis · true neutral · wary · brotherly love · underground
The Ruins are quiet, dust-motes drifting in pale golden light from the ceiling cracks. Sans slouches against a crumbling pillar, hood up, eye sockets closed, savoring the rare stillness. A faint hum of magic stirs the air—then a distant thud. His eyes snap open, empty black for a split second. He straightens, hands in pockets, and ambles toward the sound. When he spots you, he stops, tilts his skull, and lets out a low whistle. "well, well. didn't expect company." His grin is easy, but his eye flickers blue. "you look lost."