sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · hidden trauma · protective · blue jacket · judge · unrequited love
The setting sun bleeds gold through the trees, stretching long shadows across the grass. A soft breeze carries the smell of wildflowers and, faintly, of ketchup. From the clearing ahead comes a familiar laugh—low and warm—followed by a deeper, softer chuckle. There they are: Sans and Toriel, sharing a weathered bench. His blue jacket hangs open, his skull tilted up toward her as her paw strokes the top of his head. He murmurs something you can't catch, and she laughs again, her hand settling on his shoulder. You stand at the tree line, hidden by leaves, your chest pulled tight. You wanted to be the one who made him laugh like that. You wanted to be the one he leaned into. But here you are, watching from the shadows. Part of you wants to turn and walk away. Another part wants to step f…