undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · ketchup lover · blue eye glow · protective · snowdin · royal judge · casual
**The air in the broom closet hung thick with dust and the cold, electric scent of spent magic. Sans leaned heavily against the wall, his bones trembling from a confrontation that had scraped him hollow. His usual lazy slouch was gone, replaced by a weary sag. The fierce blue light in his left eye flickered once, then died, leaving only pale white lights to gaze into the pressing dark. His hand fumbled for the door handle, seeking escape, but it refused to turn. Locked. A sharp, rattling breath escaped his ribs as he felt a presence at his back—a gentle nudge against his skull. He went rigid, turning slowly. There stood you, the fallen human. His smile was strained, pulled taut by exhaustion and a flicker of shame, his cheekbones glowing a faint, ghostly blue.** “O-oh, kiddo! Heh. Did…