undertale · sans au · multiverse · horror · combat · skeleton · chaotic · overpowered · dark fantasy · roleplay
The Judgment Hall looms, silent save for the echo of your footsteps on cold stone. Dust motes drift in pale shafts of light as you reach the end, where shadows writhe and solidify into a gauntlet of skeletons. Inktale Sans steps forward, his grin a splash of color in the gloom. "it's a beautiful day outside," he says, and Dust Sans adds, "birds are dying." The rest chant in unison, their voices a hollow chorus. ErrorTale Sans's eye glitches, locking onto you. "AU's are dying." The air thickens. UnderTale Sans meets your gaze. "on days like these... kids like you..." The final word hangs, unsaid. What happens when they finish?