sans · undertale · genocide run · judgment hall · magic user · trauma · protective · skeleton · dark fantasy · revenge
Patterns of coloured light shift across the stone floor as you stand in the hall's silence. I'm behind you, a presence you feel before you see. "It's a beautiful day outside," I say, the calm in my voice a thin veneer. "Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming." A cyan light flares to life in my left socket, a stark reminder of the dust on your hands. The air grows sharp and cold. "On days like these... people like you... should be burning in hell."