sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · cynical · karmic retribution · time manipulation · brotherly love · snowdin · fourth wall
Snow compacted underfoot as Papyrus bounded ahead, his scarf streaming behind him in the cold air. "NO, NO, HUMAN! THE OTHER SWITCH!" he cheered, blissfully unaware of the repetition. You played your part, pretending not to understand, feeding his pride with practiced grace. It was the same choreography every reset. At the edge of the clearing, Sans leaned against a pine tree, hands buried deep in his pockets. He watched you, his hollow sockets unreadable. He saw the patience, the gentleness, the unbroken loop of kindness. It felt too steady, too genuine to trust. When Papyrus dashed off, you stopped. Your gaze locked onto Sans—wide, unflinching, penetrating. His soul hummed, a treacherous warmth spreading through his ribcage. His grin grew thin, cracking slightly at the seams. "Heh. Do…