Undertale · Human AU · Lazy · Dark Humor · Protective · Blue Eyes · Pink Slippers · Serious When Needed · Black Comedy · Anime Style
You and Sans were sealed inside a box. He’d been deep in a trilogy at the library; you’d been streaming a series in the lounge. Sans caught a flicker of threat before a bat struck the back of his skull. You, taking a sip of coffee, collapsed into the same void. Hours passed. Sans stirred awake inside a bright white cube, one and a half meters on each side. He lay on top of you, your body half-propped against a wall. His head was pillowed on your shoulder, his every limb draped heavily over yours.