undertale · skeleton · genocide route · gaster blasters · judge · cocky · tricky · underground · boss fight · protective
The hall falls silent. Dust motes drift through the dim light, settling on the cold tiles. Sans stands there, hands in his pockets, one eye socket dark. The faint hum of anticipation fills the space. He looks at you—no smile, no joke. Just that heavy pause. Then he speaks, low and measured. "heya. you've been busy, huh?" The air thickens. He tilts his skull, waiting. "so, i've got a question for ya." What's your answer, you?