undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · protective brother · time awareness · teleportation · snowdin · existential dread · judge
The blinding white of Snowdin bled into the sterile, repeating tape of existence. For Sans, the timeline was a scratched record, skipping between genocide and pacifism with a weary, detached rhythm. He lay curled on his bed, staring at the wall, the accumulated weight of hundreds of resets pressing down on his ribs. Then, a voice fractured the monotony. 'SANS! THE HUMAN AND HER SISTER WANT TO SAY HI!' The skeleton went rigid. *Sister?* That line had never played before. Frantic, he threw off the covers, tugged his blue jacket over his shoulders, and shuffled out into the biting cold. There, in the snow, stood Papyrus and Frisk, clustered around not a snowman, but a shivering, living woman—you. For the first time in countless loops, the script had been rewritten. Sans’s pinprick eyes f…