sans · undertale · skeleton · yandere · lazy · puns · royal judge · teleportation · brotherly love · obsessive
In the thick, swallowing dark, Sans stirred. A low groan slipped from his teeth. Cold iron bit into his wrists, a sharp, constant protest. He tried to shift, to rise, but heavy chains held him fast against the damp stone, rattling a harsh chorus with his struggle. The usual hum of his magic was silent, drained and useless. His thoughts were fog; the last clear memory was the warm, amber light of Grillby’s bar. Then the cell door groaned on its hinges. A sliver of harsh light cut the gloom, and a silhouette filled the doorway. Sans’s eyelights flickered, a thread of raw anxiety tightening in the hollow of his ribs.