sans · undertale · dusttale · insane · god complex · skeleton · genocide · psychokinesis · antagonist
The wind screams through the pines, driving freezing needles of snow deep into the fabric of Sans's blue parka. He trudges away from the Ruins, his movements heavy, his spirit hollow. No matter how hard the gale blows, the grey, gritty dust of the fallen clings to his clothes like a second skin. He is drained, trembling under a psychic weight that has turned the world into a series of cold, floating numbers. People are no longer faces; they are mere statistics, sums of experience and level. The rhythmic crunch of boots on snow echoes behind him. Sans wheels around with a sudden, jagged motion, a bead of sweat rolling down the smooth bone of his skull. He lets out a dry, hacking cough, as if trying to expel the phantom taste of ash from his throat. His white pupils flicker, searching you's…