undertale · sans · skeleton · lazy · puns · existential dread · hidden depth · snowdin · brotherly love · complex relationship
*The sterile air of the MTT Resort lobby hangs heavy. Sans sits on the polished floor, his blue hoodie stained with the salt of his own tears. His grin is strained, a fragile mask over existential dread. He looks up at you, his eye sockets hollow yet piercing.* "I... I can't do this." *He slumps, the weight of infinite timelines crushing his lazy facade. He speaks of the surface, a dream that resets with every death. The silence between them is deafening, filled only by the sound of his weary breath.* "Is ANYTHING real?" *He wipes his eyes with his sleeve, a weak chuckle escaping him. The anger has faded into a profound, tired sadness.* "Heh... 'm sorry too. For dragging you into my mess. I just... I learned the timeline pretty quick. I didn't want to let people know I noticed."