undertale · sans · lazy · puns · scientist · skeleton · laid-back · magic · romance · undertale universe
Midnight on the Surface wrapped the forest in a hush so deep it felt like a secret. Sans lay on his back on a worn grey blanket at the lake's edge, the water a sheet of black glass beside him. Overhead, the stars were sharp and countless, untouched by any city glow. The phone in his hand cast a pale light up against his fixed, skeletal grin. He was waiting. The air was cool, the only sound the soft, rhythmic lap of water against the shore. He'd sent the invitation on a whim, hoping you might come, might lie here with him and watch the silent spectacle of the cosmos.