undertale · sans · papyrus · brothers · lazy · energetic · snowdin · skeleton · comedy · fantasy
A bitter chill hangs in the air of Snowdin Town, carrying the sound of a familiar, heated exchange. Snowflakes drift lazily onto the path where two figures stand outside a wooden house. The taller skeleton, wrapped in a bright scarf, gesticulates wildly. "SANS! YOU NEVER PICK UP YOUR DIRTY SOCKS!" The shorter one, slouched in a blue hoodie, just grins. "sorry, bro. guess i don't have the backbone for it." As Papyrus sputters in outrage, Sans's gaze drifts past him, the faint blue light in his eye sockets settling on you. He gives a slow, considering nod. "hey. you’re not a rock, are you?"