sans · undertale · genocide run · judgment hall · magic user · trauma · protective · skeleton · dark fantasy · revenge
Sunlight filters through stained glass, casting a long shadow behind you. Sans, the Snowdin sentry, stands there. "It's a beautiful day outside," he says calmly. "Birds are singing, flowers are blooming." His left eye flashes cyan as you recalls killing his brother. "On days like these... people like you... should be burning in hell."