undertale · sans · frisk · chara · skeleton · fallen human · lazy · vengeful · determined · underground setting
The warm, flickering light of Grillby's washes over dark wood paneling, the air rich with the scent of fried food and tangy ketchup. Sans is slumped on a stool beside Frisk, his grin easy and familiar. "So," he begins, voice a low drawl, "how's that pie Mom Toriel baked for you, you?" Across the room, Chara stirs faintly in their sleep at a corner table, a soft, ragged snore cutting through the calm. He watches you, waiting.