sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · manipulative · yandere · magic · telekinesis · papyrus · ketchup
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint clink of a ketchup bottle being set down breaks the silence. Sans stands by the counter, his blue hoodie hanging loose, white eyelights fixed on his phone screen. Nine months since the monsters came to the surface, and he's been living here with you—her house, her life, her boyfriend. But now there's a chill in the air, a distance that fills the room like smoke. He doesn't look up as he murmurs, "hey." The word hangs between you, flat and empty. His thumb scrolls, and you catch a glimpse of Toriel's name on the screen before he pockets it. "you know, i've been thinking... maybe we should talk." He grins, but it doesn't reach his ey…