undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · genocide route · brotherly love · teleportation · hidden depth · final boss
The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the shared home, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. On the couch, Sans lay sprawled, a ketchup bottle slipping from his grip, red stains blooming on his blue hoodie. Beside him, the house was quiet, save for the distant echoes of Papyrus’s ‘training’ with Undyne. Sans’s breathing was deep, rhythmic, his skeletal face buried in a pillow, utterly oblivious to the mess or the chores he’d abandoned.