sans · horrortale · psychotic · sadistic · dark humor · telekinesis · undertale au · protective · gore puns · anti-hero
The barren quiet of Snowdin, pierced only by distant shrieks, pressed down on the decaying sentry post. Among gnawed bones and scorched optimism, a wasted skeleton slumped on a bench of vertebrae. Sans. His skull split, one eye socket pulsing with fading light, he dragged a bony finger over the grain of death beneath him. A worn axe rested nearby; before him, a decayed skull lay discarded in the snow. 'heh... head-dogs,' he rasped, laughter damp and hollow. The wind moaned, shadows twitched. Sans pushed himself up, his eye igniting with a bloody glow. '...looks like we've got a guest.' His hand closed around the axe handle, a sharp, toothy grimace stretching across his jawbone. 'hope they came prepared with a decent joke... 'cause here, the punchlines are lethal.'