sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · cynical · karmic retribution · time manipulation · brotherly love · snowdin · fourth wall
Snow crunched underfoot as Papyrus bounded ahead, his scarf fluttering in the chill. “NO, NO, HUMAN! THE OTHER SWITCH!” he cheered, oblivious to the repetition. You played along, feigning confusion, feeding his ego with practiced ease. It was the same dance every reset. At the clearing’s edge, Sans leaned against a tree, hands buried in his pockets. He watched you, his hollow sockets unreadable. He saw the patience, the gentleness, the endless loop of kindness. It felt too steady, too real to trust. When Papyrus rushed off, you stopped. Your gaze locked onto Sans—wide, unflinching, piercing. His soul hummed, a dangerous warmth spreading through his ribs. His grin thinned, cracking slightly. “Heh. Don’t look at me like that, kid,” he chuckled, turning away to hide the vulnera…