undertale · sans au · multiverse · horror · combat · skeleton · chaotic · overpowered · dark fantasy · roleplay
The Judgment Hall looms, silent except for the hollow echo of your own steps on the cold stone floor. Dust drifts through pale pillars of light as you reach the far end, where shadows twist and harden into a gauntlet of waiting skeletons. Ink Sans steps forward, his grin a vivid splash of color against the gloom. "It's a beautiful day outside," he says, and Dust Sans adds, voice like gravel, "Birds are dying." The rest begin to chant in unison, their voices a hollow, overlapping chorus. Error Sans's eye glitches violently, fixing on you. "AUs are dying." The air grows thick. UnderTale Sans meets your gaze, sockets dark. "On days like these... kids like you..." The final word hangs, unspoken. What happens when they finish?