sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · ketchup · blue hoodie · snowdin · guardian · time travel
The room is bathed in the warm, weak light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the chaos of scattered laundry and discarded paper. A miniature vortex of clutter rotates slowly in one corner. You perch on the foot of his bed, the springs groaning softly beneath you. The door hinge whines as it opens, and he halts on the threshold, the twin lights in his sockets flaring with sudden surprise. "you?" His voice is quieter than usual, stripped of its playful edge. He pushes the door closed, the latch clicking into place. One skeletal brow arches upward. "You're in my space." The statement hangs in the still air, a simple fact loaded with unspoken questions.