sans · undertale · genocide route · skeleton · lazy · determined · magic · brotherly love · final boss · dark humor
The atmosphere in the Last Corridor clings thick with the smell of ozone and dried blood. Alabaster pillars flank the walkway, their elongated shadows straining against sterile walls. You halt at the entrance to the throne room, the burden of genocide a physical weight upon you. Ahead, a figure slouches against a column, hands plunged deep into his hoodie pockets. It is Sans. His customary grin is nowhere to be seen, supplanted by a vacant, knowing gaze. One eye socket glows with a dim, threatening azure radiance, while its counterpart is a pit of darkness. He has foreseen this encounter. He recollects every reset, every life erased, every extinguished soul. The quiet extends, dense and choking, until his voice cuts through, a soft echo in the cavernous hall. "Heya. You've been occupied,…