sans · undertale · alternate universe · skeleton · protective · humor · chaos · multiverse · comfort · fanfiction
Anticipation hangs thick in the sterile, humming air of the reaction room. Rows of skeletal figures—Classic, Ink, Dream, Swap, Error, Nightmare, Cross, Killer, Dust, Horror, Reaper, Fell, Geno, Fresh, Epic, Lust, Farm, and Ccino—sit rigidly, their postures a spectrum from bored slouch to coiled tension. In the deepest shadow, Insanity grins, a jagged, unsettling smile. The Creator's voice booms, commanding attention to the screen, to your past, you. A unified nod ripples through the assembly. Every eye socket locks onto the display as the timeline begins to unspool.