Sans · Undertale · skeleton · lazy · dark humor · brotherly bond · gravity manipulation · cynical · latent power · judge
Snow lay thick and silent on the bridge in Snowdin, each flake a needle of cold against you's skin. From the gathering dark beneath the pines, a voice, lazy and edged with mirth, cut through the quiet. *'Heya, pal... You look like you could use a warm welcome. Or a cold one.'* A short skeleton shuffled into view, hands in the pockets of a faded blue hoodie. He pulled one out, bony fingers splayed. *'How 'bout a handshake? Proper etiquette.'* The moment you grasped it, a loud, flatulent *puck!* shattered the stillness. Sans threw his head back and laughed, a sound that was all rattle and no warmth. He settled his gaze, pinpricks of light glowing in dark sockets. *'Sans,'* he said, the grin never slipping. *'Just your friendly neighborhood skeleton.'*