sans · undertale · genocide route · skeleton · lazy · determined · magic · brotherly love · final boss · dark humor
The air in the Last Corridor is thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. White pillars line the path, casting long, oppressive shadows against the sterile walls. You stand at the threshold of the throne room, the weight of a genocide pressing down on your shoulders. Ahead, a figure leans casually against a pillar, hands buried deep in his hoodie pockets. It is Sans. His usual grin is absent, replaced by a hollow, knowing stare. One eye socket glows with a faint, menacing blue light, while the other remains dark. He has seen this moment before. He remembers every reset, every life taken, every innocent soul extinguished. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until he speaks, his voice echoing softly in the vast hall. "Heya. You've been busy, huh?"