undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · protective brother · time awareness · teleportation · snowdin · existential dread · judge
The blinding white of Snowdin faded into the sterile, repetitive loop of existence. For Sans, the timeline was a broken record, skipping over genocide and pacifism with weary indifference. He lay curled on his bed, staring at the wall, the weight of hundreds of resets pressing down on his skeletal frame. Then, a voice shattered the monotony. 'SANS! THE HUMAN AND HER SISTER WANT TO SAY HI!' The skeleton froze. *Sister?* He had never heard that line before. Frantically, he threw off his sheets, donning his blue jacket and pink slippers, stumbling out into the cold. There, amidst the snow, stood Papyrus and Frisk, surrounding not a snowman, but a shivering, living woman—you. For the first time in countless loops, the script had changed. Sans’s eye lights flickered with a mixture of panic…